The Meetup

The two men were nine blocks away when the snow started falling. The older, tall, hulking walked shoulders hunched, hands in his jeans pocket, shivering slightly as the Hudson River wind whipped through his waist-length black parka.

"Son, we don't have to do this, you know," he offered. "We can walk away now, just enjoy our time in New York this weekend."

Ed Jensen bit his lower lip and furrowed his brow. He was still feeling guilty. Guilty for telling his wife this was a trip for Kyle to visit colleges in the City over Winter Break and spend some quality time together. At least that second part was true, the state trooper from upstate thought in a shudder. Even now despite the cold and wet and pure, raw nerves, he could feel it, that semi-swollen truncheon of man steak squeezed into his jeans crotch. His cock had been doing the thinking a lot for him lately.

"I don't know why you're so nervous, Dad. I was the one who wanted to do this, remember?" Kyle Jensen, 5'11" was four inches shorter than his father and had fairer features and a trimmer, youthful athletic build. Still, one could see the family resemblance. He wiped the snowflakes from his squinting face as they walked down Broadway, then gave his father a nudge of encouragement.

Ed smiled at his handsome eighteen-year-old son, but still felt a sense of dread. Remember? How could he forget? Forget that late night in Kyle's room, exploring the internet. Entering that chat room. Then a week, maybe two, of his son pushing him. Coaxing him to get beyond his cop instinct.

As the street signs went into the 40s, Kyle whipped out his phone and started thumbing through the menus to get to the photo. By now, he'd pretty much memorized every pixel, but he felt the need to reference the image again. He held it up to his father. "Just wanted a reminder of who to look for."

Ed cocked his head in agreement. He felt nothing but love, admiration, and pride for his boy. He knew he should be the voice of restraint. This whole trip was insane. Still, he found himself drawn into this vortex with Kyle. Because of Kyle. He still couldn't figure out how he'd fathered such a persuasive young man.

* * * * 

Dave Goldman was three sips into his scotch and starting to feel more relaxed. He'd picked this place because there was next to no chance of running into any work or social acquaintances. The bar was packed enough to guarantee anonymity. He'd picked a table halfway back, his large suited frame squeezed in behind the undersized cocktail table, his large hands fumbling at his rocks glass, then his watch. It wasn't quite six, even, he noted. He whipped out his phone.

"Hey, it's me. Just checking to see where you are. Gotten to Newark yet? Great... Yeah, I'm at the bar... No, they've not shown up yet..." he laughed and ran his finger through the ice cubes, stirring his drink. "Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. It's worth a shot, though, right? OK, see you soon."

He hung up just as Ed and Kyle entered. The minute the two walked in, Dave knew. He'd had their pics... the kind of fuzzy, half-useless photos they'd emailed him. But the main reason was that Jensens stuck out as out of towners in a bar catering to the Midtown after work crowd. Those photos had done nothing to prepare him for the hotness of the sight he beheld. He sucked in a deep breath, held it, then expired.

The businessman gave a small wave as the younger one noticed him. The two men lumbered their way through the crowd and to the table. Dave stood up in greeting.

"Ed," the burly man introduced himself, gripping Dave's hand in a tough shake. "And this is my son Kyle."

The younger man was a paragon of unspoiled jock masculinity, blond haired and erect in posture, and Dave felt his pulse race. The kid was beaming, dimples deep. Yeah, he's as excited and surprised as I am, the man thought.

After they got their drinks, there was a brief silence, the three men looking nervously at each other, not knowing where to start. Till Dave shook his head and started laughing.

"What?" Ed interjected anxiously. He still wasn't sure about this and kept checking Kyle's face for any sign that they should bolt. He wasn't getting any. His son looked downright smitten, despite his newfound sheepishness.

"You guys are incredible. I thought you were making some of our little chat sessions up. Especially the bit about being a state trooper."

"Well, I am a trooper," the man said indignantly, half proud of his occupation, half nervous for revealing it to this perfect stranger over the internet.

"Yeah, I know. I knew the second I saw you. You carry it in the way you walk. Man, you look the part, even out of uniform. You can't fake some things."

"We worried you might be faking it, too," Ed replied. "Exaggerating a little, you know."

"Hope you're not disappointed after traveling this far," Dave prompted.

"No sir!" Kyle spoke up, then quickly dropped his voice. "I mean, I was hoping you'd look like your picture." His cheeks a little crimson from the admission, and both older men laughed.

Dave turned to Ed. "And you? You OK with this?"

Ed took a second to appraise the man across the table from him. Handsome, probably five years older than him, distinguished looks framed with graying temples. "Yeah... only, I thought there were going to be two of you. That was the point, right?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you," Dave replied. "Jake's train got delayed in the weather. He phoned as he was approaching Penn Station, so he should be here soon."

"So... have you guys done this before?"

"Yes. Once. And you?"

"No," Ed said. "We hadn't even thought of doing it, til a few weeks ago."

"Yeah," Kyle added. "We kind of stumbled into that chat room. I hadn't even dreamed stuff like that went on."

"And that's saying a lot," Ed teased his son, then turned to explain. "I have to warn you: Kyle has... how should I put it?... an active imagination."

Dave's eyes lit up, as he looked back and forth between father and son. His erection throbbed so much it hurt. "Jake, too."

"Think he's going to be into this scene?" Ed was apprehensive.

A wide grin broke. "Oh, I know he is. Hell, I'll call him now and get things rolling. Like I say, we've done this before, and trust me you're way hotter than those guys were."

"But you enjoyed it?"

"Man it's the biggest rush you can imagine. Even bigger than, you know..."

"Yeah, we know," Kyle grinned. Now it was Ed who blushed.

* * * *

Jacob Goldman, tall, dark, handsome, and 20 years old, was walking north when his phone rang. It had gotten to the point where he had a Pavlovian reaction each time "Dad" popped up on the LCD display.

"Yep?"

"Hey Jake, why don't you meet us at the hotel?"

The young man broke into a smile. "So these guys are for real?" He'd been so nervous this wouldn't pan out he could barely sleep last night.

"They're real, all right, and even hotter in person than in their pictures."

"Wow."

"Yeah, wow. Jake, buddy, if this plays out, we hit the jackpot."

"If?"

"They're newbies, so a little nervous. But I think they're dying to try it."

"Like we were with the Bens?" Ben Sr. and Ben Jr. To this day, neither Jake nor his father knew the last name.

"Maybe more."

"Shit! What's the room number?"

"306. I left an extra key for you at the front desk."

"All right, see you guys soon."

Jake hailed in a cab and speeded up to the Midtown hotel. The procession of buildings flying past was now a familiar litany. The collegiate stud could almost count how many were left before the hotel. It wasn't the first time he'd met his father there for a weekend in the city. Sometimes it seemed like the only place he and his dad could go deeper than a rushed quickie. Jake suspected this visit was going to be one to remember.

He picked up the key from the front desk and went up to the room. A clean, modern suite unfolded in front of him as he entered and set down his overnight bag. His father had already been there, leaving his overnight bag in the closet. He could smell his dad's cologne, and the scent made his cock pulse its way toward an upright position in his pants. He took off his coat and hung it up in the closet before kneeling down and getting a closer sniff of the woody musk emanating from Dave's belongings. That shit's like poppers for me, he mused, taking one last hit and standing up.

On the table his father had left a 3/4 full scotch bottle. Jake had still not developed a love of the stuff, but at that moment he knew it was just the thing to relax him a little. He picked up his dad's used glass and poured a shot. It felt warm going down. He sat down and turned on the TV while his mind raced eighty miles a minute.

* * * *

Ed thought this tryst was mostly gonna be about his son, about giving Kyle something special before he headed off to college. He was going to miss his boy bad.

But as the three men entered the hotel suite, he saw a sight that made his heart stop. The young man was taller than his father, but equally well-groomed. The genetic similarity was obvious. Dark eyes, dark hair parted and combed to the side, jocular smile. His clothing was distinctly preppy: checked broadcloth button-down shirt, brown corduroy pants, and running sneakers. Like father, the son was clean-shaven.

The burly state trooper stood and stared and felt a lust surge deep inside him. He wanted this college boy.

"Jake, meet Ed and his son Kyle. Fellows, this is my son Jacob," Dave said as he loosened his tie. "I gotta take a piss, you gentlemen make yourself comfortable and get acquainted."

The three shook hands and sat down, the Jensens on one sofa, Jake on the bed opposite them.

The three didn't know quite where to begin, so Jake started off with small talk. "You guys have an OK trip down?"

Ed answered for them. "All right. Took us an extra hour or two because of the weather, so we just had time to check in and come straight to the bar. Your father said your train was delayed."

"Yes, sorry I'm late."

"No problem."

"Yeah," Kyle chimed in, "When we saw your dad, we figured you were probably what you said you were, too."

Ed nodded but also knew that even with a father as handsome as Dave, he hadn't expected the son to be this gorgeous. "Where were you coming in from?"

"Princeton. Go to school there."

"Princeton, huh?" Not a college grad himself, Ed was genuinely impressed. "Good for you."

"You play any sports?" Kyle asked. "You look like an athlete."

"Lacrosse," Jake said. "And let me guess, you're on the varsity football team."

Kyle nodded and laughed. "How'd you know?"

"I can tell from your bod. Only football guys have traps like that."

* * * * 

Dave came out of the bathroom feeling a little woozy from the situation ahead of him and a lot horny. It was starting to sink in what exactly was going to go down, but he still wasn't sure exactly how it was going to play out. He hoped he wouldn't get blue balls just waiting.

As he entered the room, he saw Kyle shirtless and flexing his muscles for Jake's inspection. And Jake was unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his lacrosse-conditioned torso. Ed was staring at Jake, salivating and anticipating.

Maybe this wouldn't take long for the party to start, Dave thought as he sat next to his son. "Glad to see you men are getting acquainted." He turned and noticed the younger Jensen locking eyes on him. He'd always considered Jake's varsity jock body to be perfection, but he had to admit Kyle's beefy yet conditioned built looked fantastic. Especially the smooth muscle and pale pink nipples, which were firming up

"Man, Dave, your son's real hairy," Ed spoke as Jake's shirt front opened up. The businessman's cock firmed up harder at these words. It was a turn on to hear his son talked about in the third person, like some sex object. He saw Kyle's gaze sweep down to his crotch. Yeah, Dave thought, the boy notices how friggin' hard I am. He looked to Ed, then to Jake exposed torso. He placed himself in Ed's eyes, and it was like he was experiencing the sight of his son's bare flesh for the first time.

"I'm hairier."

Ed licked his lips. He could barely take this. "I bet."

"What about you? You smooth, like Kyle?"

"Not entirely... got a dusting on my chest... nothing like your boy."

Jake started running his hand along the smooth, starched surface of his father's dress shirt. "Wanna see my dad's chest?" he asked.

"God yeah," Kyle spoke up.

Jake smiled, then further loosened his father's micro-dotted tie. He put a finger in the knot to undo it, then pulled out the length of the silk material from beneath the collar. One by one Jake popped the buttons out of their buttonholes and pulled the shirt material back from the hot flesh of his father. Soon, the man was exposed and bare-chested in front of three approving sets of eyes. Dave Goldman's chest was broad, muscular, and hairy as fuck.

"Damn," Ed muttered.

"Oh yeah," Kyle groaned.

Jake ran his fingers through the dense forest of wiry, dark-with-some-silver-flecks chest fur. "I can never get enough of this." Ed and Kyle weren't sure whether Jake was speaking to them or thinking out loud.

Dave turned toward Kyle and cocked his head in Ed direction. "Why don't you strip your father?"

"Yessir," the teen replied.

The Goldmans watched in expectation as Kyle pulled off his dad's shirt, exposing inch after meaty inch of succulent muscular flesh.

"Wow," Jake exclaimed. The big bruiser of a man was a real turn on. Thick, beefy muscular body that was a contrast to his own father's tauter build.

Ed felt self-conscious. He patted the girth around his waist, where the slight paunch of a beer belly was beginning to cling to his powerful frame. "I'm afraid I'm not in shape like you guys," he apologized.

"Man, you don't know how hot you are," Jake replied. "Both you guys are incredible."

"Yeah," Dave added, "I told you earlier, you LOOK like a cop. You can't fake muscles like that. Real honest-to-god man's body." He turned to Kyle. "Your daddy's muscles turn you on?"

The young high schooler gulped and nodded. "Yessir." Though to be honest his attention was more on the hairy executive type in front of him. "Sometimes, we lay around and Dad lets me feel his body, give him a massage."

"He does, does he?" Dave winked. "Why don't you feel him up? Now."

Kyle complied, and Dave sighed a deep breath when he saw father and son connect, hand to flesh. Then he felt Jake's broad fingers on his chest, arms, and shoulders. He might not have been the imposing beefcake that Ed Jensen was, but his body was muscular and a turnon for Jake.

Fathers and sons connected, but each pair kept their eyes on the other. The sexual tension was heating up. Ed wasn't sure how much higher it could go. Then, he gasped as Dave and Jake's heads turned. Noses inched closer and turned to the side, mouths parted, tongues darted. Then father kissed son.

Jake's warm, moist mouth felt like heaven to Dave, who plunged deeper into the incestuous kiss. Maybe it was the two months separation, maybe it was having an audience, but this time felt almost like the first again.

"Oh dad, I missed this," Jake muttered before their lips connected again.

"Man oh man!" the state trooper cried.

"Kiss your dad," Kyle urged Jake.

Dave and Jake broke their kiss finally and looked up to see two shirtless hunks salivating at them. "I told you this shit's a real rush," Dave told Ed. "And it only gets better."

"I'm gonna have a heart attack if it gets better," Ed quipped.

"Your turn now," Dave suggested. It was unspoken between the four of them, but the elder Goldman was definitely taking charge. The one running this show.

"But we've not actually..." Ed started.

Kyle cut him off. "Come on, dad. We came on this trip to try something new, remember?"

The burly man could not deny his son. The two awkwardly turned toward one another and pressed parched lips together. The sensation as their tongues snaked out and met was incredible. All the taboo shit they'd done together, and yet they'd never crossed this threshold. Til now. Son began softly eating his father's tongue. Father returned the favor by opening his mouth to let Kyle's oral organ plunge in and out. They kissed harder, more intensely, as if making up for lost time, until they finally needed air.

"Damn!" Ed gasped.

"Man, dad!" said Kyle.

"First kiss is pretty unbelievable, huh?" Dave said.

"First time Dad and I kissed, I came," Jake offered, smiling at the sight in front of him. Both Kyle and Ed were trying to catch their breath.

Ed turned to Jake and Dave. "If nothing else, guys, we gotta thank you for that. That alone made this weekend worth the trip."

Now it was the Goldman men's turn again. Kyle and Ed watched in rapt attention as their foursome partners swapped spit and ran their hands along their exposed beautiful torsos. Then the Jensen men kissed again. The second time was softer but no less intense. When they looked up, Jake was unzipping his father's trousers.

The long, cylindrical, steelhard prick that popped out of the man's fly was impressive. "Jesus, you're big," Ed cried. "You got me and Kyle beat, almost beat us put together."

Dave smiled. He liked this reaction. "Don't worry man, we'll groove on your big, pumped muscle bods, and you can groove on this cock. Jake's pretty hung, too."

"Is Jake circumcised, too?" Kyle asked. Just the sight of the older man's oversized hardon made his throat go dry.

"We're Jewish, so... yeah."

"I'm cut," Ed added, "but I made sure the boy stayed natural."

"You guys ever dock?" Jake asked, his fingers twirling around his dad's elastic nipple flesh. Ed and Kyle blushed big, and Jake smiled. "Fuck yeah, you do," he said.

"Dad didn't want to, til I made him try it." Kyle said.

"The boy's right," Ed admitted, sheepishly. "Now I keep pestering him to do it."

"There's something I keep pestering Jake to do for me, but we better wait til we all get to know one another a little better before I tell you what it is."

Jake leaned over and whispered in his father's ear. The man smiled and nodded. "Sounds great, son." Then, to the other two men: "Wanna get this really started?"

Ed moaned aloud as Jake winked at him and slid down to the floor at the foot of the bed. Oh, my god, Ed thought, he's going to go down on his father right in front of us.

And so Jake did. Licked the hard length of his father's erect shaft then opened his mouth and swallowed. The bone sank gently into his throat, which by now had learned to accommodate his dad's length and girth, albeit with some difficulty. They went in stages, stuffing a few inches and holding still to allow Jake to breathe in through his nose and relax his gullet. The process would repeat.

To father and son Jensen, it was a hornier sight than they could have imagined. "So hot," Kyle spoke.

Dave looked up from watching his son struggle with his meat. He saw Kyle watching on, pure horniness in the kid's pale blue eyes. "I bet your dad's hard as a rock by now. Why don't you get down and give him a little of what Jake's giving me."

The young man looked like a deer caught in the headlights. His father interceded. "Actually, Dave, for us it's always the other way around. I service Kyle."

Jake felt a spurt of precum spritz against his tonsils. Man, his dad was really horned up. He shuffled himself between dad's thighs to get the right position then proceeded to swallow the cock that sired him. He could feel the deep rumble in Dave's guts as he spoke to the other team.

"Daddy likes it on bottom, huh? Cool. Why don't you..."

But he didn't have to finish. Ed was already leaning over and licking at his boy's hard prick.

So father squatted down and fellated son. Across them, son fellated father. Dave and Kyle locked eyes. They traded words, but silently something else flowed. Camaraderie, reflection, desire. Both men were getting a hot, wet incestuous blowjob, and watching the other just fed the flames of lust in each.

"Your father a good cocksucker?"

"You bet. As good as Jake. I can't believe he's able to take all of you."

"You wanna try before this weekend's up?"

"Man, I wanna. Before the night's up."

"We'll talk to your father and see if that can be arranged." Dave wanted to give Kyle a try right then and there, but he knew he had to respect the ground rules.

"How long have you and Jake been fooling around?"

"Just a couple of years. Since he was a freshman. You guys are lucky, discovering each other while you're still at home."

"Yeah."

"How often does he suck you?"

"Every morning, sometimes more."

"No shit?"

"Yes, he gets off his shift and comes into my bedroom. Honest to God I wake up every morning feeling his hot wet mouth on my dick."

"Lucky boy. He swallow your seed?"

"Every time. Jake?"

"Yep. He resisted at first, but now he likes the stuff. Your dad... he like it?"

"Never asked him. But yeah, the way he swallows it, I think he does."

"Man, kid, you're pushing me to the edge."

"Me, too, so hot watching your son suck you off. Big fucking cock. That's it, suck me Dad. I'm gonna cum. Oh! Oh!"

Dave marveled as Kyle's football jock body clenched and bucked and his strong arms held his father's face immobile on his crotch as he fucked through his orgasm, injecting his old man's throat with seed. Must be one real advantage of a smaller dick, he mused, impressed at the rough treatment the boy was giving his father.

The sight pushed him over the edge. His ejaculation spurted into Jake's mouth, where it quickly got sucked down. No balking or hesitation. Damn, Jake is hungry for it, must be really worked up.

The two suckees pulled off and caught their breath. When they stood, they were horny, erect, and ready to blow.

"Jake, son, Ed looks like he needs some help. Why don't you take care of him?"

"OK, Dad." Turning to Ed, he asked, "Want me to suck you?"

"Man, do I!" The cop was mad with lust. "But first I want to see your prick. You big as your dad?"

Jake laughed as he started fumbling with his belt and zipper. "Not quite, but I guess I'm pretty big." As if to prove the point, his dick sprung up high and hard. The trooper's fat fingers curled around the sensitive shaft.

"Jesus, you're perfect," Ed whispered, before he leaned forward and kissed Jake square on the mouth. The young man did not resist and instead reciprocated fully. They were probably violating the ground rules. After all, Dave hadn't said anything about kissing his son. But the man wasn't objecting now, and besides, Ed couldn't stop himself. He was madly attracted to this young man.

"You seem pretty turned on," Jake teased as he leaned back and started undoing Ed's jeans.

"I'll say."

"Think you can last if I start blowing you?"

"To be honest, no."

Jake leaned forward and whispered in the man's ear, "It's OK if you cum in my mouth. Dad wasn't kidding when he said I've grown to like it. And I bet you got real sweet cum."

Ed gasped as he watched Jake hunker down and swallow his aching cock to the hilt.

Kyle and Dave watched as the first cross-couple, cross-family pairing of the night occurred in front of them. It didn't take long. Jake bobbed his head up and down Ed's hard cop meat about a dozen times before he moaned, giving a telltale sign that his craw was being filled with fresh sperm. He leaned back and wiped the white, thick liquid off his mouth. He looked down where his own load had spurted out all over the hotel room carpet.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed.

* * * *

"Think the boys will be all right on their own?" For such a big man, Ed could be a nervous Nellie.

Dave reassured him. "It'll give them a chance to get acquainted. Bond a little."

"I suppose."

The two men had stepped out on a beer run.

"You know, relationships like ours aren't common. A boy like Kyle probably has been dying to find someone he can talk about it with. It's more than the sex. At least that's what Jake told me after our last time."

"You seem to be taking the whole thing in stride. You ever, you know, feel guilty?"

Dave was silent for a minute as they walked, then answered. "To tell the truth, all the fucking time."

"I was wondering if it ever goes away."

"Don't know, but I will say that when I think of the stuff I've done with Jake I always get a pang of remorse, but then it's followed by the biggest meanest hardons I've ever had, you know?"

Ed gulped and nodded yes. This man knew. Knew how he felt. Maybe he was the one who needed the bonding time.

"Those hardons that you know aren't going away with a handjob or cold shower or a roll in the sack with the wife. Not until you act on them. Especially knowing that Jake feels the same way."

"You got a great son, Dave."

"And you sure got the hots for 'im, eh?"

Ed started to explain himself.

"It's OK, man. That's what this weekend's for, right? If it was just us with our boys, we could do that at home, right?"

"You don't mind? If I..." Ed couldn't even articulate what he wanted, what he desired to his core.

"Fuck around with Jake? No. My son thinks you're hot. Hell, I think you're hot."

"Thanks. To be honest, something about you guys intimidates me."

"You're just nervous about meeting up with another team, that's all."

"I guess so," Ed mused as they turned the corner. "Dave?"

"Yeah, Ed?"

"You gonna fuck around with Kyle?"

"If he wants me to. And if you let me. But yeah, I wanna. Bad."

"Go easy on him. He's, well he's younger than Jake, and like I say, normally with us it's one-way only."

"He cherry?"

"Yes," Ed admitted. "So if you fuck him, go real easy."

"Scout's honor, man. But I have to say it doesn't feel quite right stealing away the opportunity to pop a son's virginity."

"I... I want to watch it. Watch when you do it."

"You shitting me?"

"No man, it's been a fantasy for like a year now."

"You know, Ed, my birthday is next week, but it looks like I'm getting my present a week early this year!"

"Dave, you mind if we stop by my hotel? I wanna pick up a few things for me and Kyle."

"Great. I was hoping we could make this an all-weekend party."

* * * *

The two boys showered together, lazily soaping each other and making out as the water cascaded down their athletic bodies.

Kyle broke for air, pushed the water back out of his hair and opened his eyes. "Man, you guys are really cool, you know that? Dad and I were nervous coming down here. But it's lived up to our expectations, and more."

"Yeah, when Dad called me and told me you and your father were for real, I couldn't believe. I jacked off a week straight to your photos."

The two made out some more, before turning off the shower. They toweled off and plopped on one of the twin beds, where they snuggled their warm, moist bodies against one another.

"What does your Dad do?" Kyle asked.

"For work? He's a bond rater. Down on Wall Street."

"Hell, I don't even know what a bond rater is."

Jake explained, but added, "Doesn't really matter. It's pretty boring. I'm studying economics but still haven't figured out what I want to do with that."

"I really admire you and your dad."

"Yeah? Why?"

"I don't know. I mean, you're really successful. I know this sounds crazy or a fucked up thing to say, but it makes me horny just being around you. And your dad... he's really well dressed and attractive."

"No argument from me, but you shouldn't be ashamed of your parents, even if they're not rich."

Kyle knew Jake was right. "I know, it's just coming down to the city for the first time. When you see a new part of the world, a part you didn't know existed, Well, I just find it alluring. I don't mean any disrespect to Dad. The man's my idol. He raised me and is the best dad I could hope for. Even without the sex," he winked.

"Bet the sex is pretty hot, though," Jake teased. "Man, I've wanted to fuck a cop for a long time."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"I can tell you from experience it's pretty great," Kyle said and the two laughed.

"So if I... got it on with your dad, you'd be OK with it?" The Ivy Leaguer was getting boned again thinking about Kyle's dad.

The football player thought about it, then said yes. "I think he wants to. He's been hesitant about this whole trip, but deep down I think it turns him on as much as it does for me."

* * * *

The four men gathered around the television and were working on their third beer. They were engrossed in a college basketball game and managed to stay good-humored despite rooting for opposite teams.

At one point, Kyle got up to go piss. Dave waited a half minute then followed. He was waiting for the young athlete as he left the restroom. His arms circled Kyle's naked torso and drew his body into his. The two kissed.

"Man, I've been waiting four hours for that," Dave muttered.

"You know how to kiss, Mr. Goldman."

"I'm even better at fucking." He let the sentence sink into Kyle's consciousness. "Whaddya say? It seems your father hasn't been taking care of all his boy's needs. Has he?" Dave's hands slipped beneath the other's elastic band and lingered on the young man's bare buttocks. "No, sir." Kyle admitted, "he hasn't."

"You want to strip me, Kyle?"

"If I can feel your chest hair."

"Sounds like a deal to me."

"And your dick."

"You bet."

"And your balls."

"Have at it."

Kyle nervously started unbuttoning Dave's striped shirt, then pulled it out of pants. "Oh God, you feel great," the young man said as he felt the furry front of Mr. Goldman. Greedily he shoved his hand beneath the waistband and felt for the man's dick. He wasn't disappointed. Dave was hard and poking at the confines of his trousers. The football player quickly and greedily wrapped his fingers around the large shaft.

"Junior's eager, isn't he?" Dave teased meeting Kyle in another kiss. This boy could manhandle him all night and he wouldn't care. "Hope you're gonna give me more than a handjob."

"Yessir," Kyle muttered as he started to his knees. He unbuckled the belt and fished out Dave's massive erection. He took a second to admire the male totem visually, then began licking the tip.

Nervously, the boy began to attack the hard, long prick, trying to stuff the girth of the shaft in his mouth and loosen up his jaw to accommodate it.

"This your first time sucking dick?"

Ed nodded. "Yessir."

"Just take it easy. Maybe Jake can give you some lessons this weekend," the man winked.

* * * *

"Where's Dad?" Jake asked, taking a swig of lager.

"Probably putting the moves on my son," Ed laughed. He sat bare chested in just his sweatpants, his legs spread, beefy mitts resting on his thighs.

"Yeah?" the handsome college boy arched his eyebrow. "What did you two talk about when you went out?"

"Pairing off. Your dad thought you'd be OK with that."

"Dad knows me too well."

Ed smiled big. "So you wanna? Cool. I was worried you wouldn't be attracted to me." His nipples hardened and his cock twitched as he and Jake locked eyes.

"You kidding? I popped a bone the minute you walked in the door." Hooking his thumbs in his briefs, he shucked them, revealing his large erection. "See?"

Ed reached over and ran his thumb and forefinger up and down the length. "It's a beauty." He withdrew his hand and gestured down to his large, muscular body. "Anything in particular turn you on?"

"It all does, man, but there's one thing."

"Yeah?"

"That beefy cop ass. I wanna munch your hot butt. Bury my face deep in there and lick away."

"Man, you've got a horny mind. Kyle's never done that. No one's ever done that for me."

"Kyle fucks you though, right?"

"Maybe I should ask what you guys talked about while we were out. But yeah, he's been fucking me. About a year now."

"You like it?"

"What do you think?"

"I think you're gonna take to rimming like a duck to water."

"To be honest, guy, I'd do just about anything you asked, I'm so hot for you."

Jake smiled. "Well, why don't you start by stripping and lying face down on the bed?"

The older man's lower body was just as built as his upper. Jake salivated as Ed crawled up on the king bed and the large mounds of his ass could not help but stick up in their remarkable curvature. The younger man joined him and smoothed his hands over the bulging hamstring muscle and down around the large quads. Jake imagined this big bruiser in full uniform bent face down over the hood of his cruiser. Jake kissed the flesh, working his way up the back of Ed's powerful legs, alternating left and right, licking the tender insides of his thighs. The large man moaned and spread his legs. Jake finally pushed in and his tongue found its target.

"Oh sweet Jesus!" the now helpless cop whimpered.

* * * *

Dave and Kyle entered the bedroom naked and hard. The elder Jensen was splayed face down while Jake buried his face deep into his ass trench. The rim job was working wonders for Ed's libido. Already his dick and balls were recharged. His buttgash was sopping wet: he only wanted it wetter. Wanted more of Jake's talent. What had he been missing all these years?

"Lick my ass, man. Get that tongue in there. Aw fuck, that's so nasty, so goddamn hot." The hunky man looked up, "Kyle, we gotta try this next time. If you're up for it. It's intense."

"Sure, dad." He was still unsure about eating ass, but watching Jake go at the task with gusto, he had to admit he was more than curious, he was downright turned on.

Jake lifted his head out of its new resting place. "I gotta tell ya, Kyle, your dad's got one hell of an ass. You gotta try it."

"Go ahead," Dave urged, his libido torn between wanting to make it with the boy and wanting to see a nasty scene of father-son analingus. His patience was rewarded when Jake came around and embraced him. His boy's cock was very hard and leaking, and it dripped its slick residue against his hairy leg. Jake's fingers curled around his meat and started stroking as they watched the action in front of them.

"Yeah, son," Ed growled as Kyle knelt on the bed behind him, between his spreadeagled legs. "Don't be afraid. Daddy wants it. You saw Jake just now. He was driving your dad wild with his tongue. Think you can do that?"

"I guess. It's the least I can do for you, dad. You're always servicing me. Making me feel good."

"I don't expect payback, Kyle, but it just feels great, you know? aw, aw oh fuck! That's it son, you're licking me, eating my hole. Goddamnit, feel that hole opening up for you?" His knuckles clenched at the bed sheets as his burly body thrashed around, bucking at each new sensation Kyle's buttmunching was giving him. He looked up at Dave. "Your boy do this for you?"

Dave grinned. "Absolutely."

"And he does me." Jake added. "Who do you think taught me?"

"Aw fuck!" Ed was torn between the hot imagery of Goldman's trading rim sessions and the here and now of Kyle lapping at his backside. "Christ, my own boy licking me!"

"Wanna watch?" Dave asked.

Ed couldn't register what Dave was asking. "What?"

The other father did not wait for an answer, but plopped his frame on the other bed in the room. He hiked his butt back and murmered as Jake crawled into asseating position.

"Oh, Dad," Jake growled, "I missed this - bad."

Ed's body shuddered as he saw the other pair rimming opposite him and Kyle. It was like watching a mirror image of their own incestuous pairing. Dave's body was not as big as his, but it was a powerful, fit middle-aged build. The man's butt stuck up round and hairy, making the sight of Jake's clean-cut face drilling in that much nastier. Ed's eyes scanned back and forth over the father-son pair, til he noticed Dave doing the same thing, looking over intently, letting the feedback loop build higher. Ed wanted to reach over and grab Dave's hand, but the beds were too far apart.

"Looks like we both got ourselves some hungry boys," Dave leered. He loved watching the men coupling while Jake lapped at his hole.

"You're telling me," Ed replied. "Kyle's driving me out of my mind."

"Nothing like a full-blooded boy sampling a new meal, is there?"

"Hope he's gonna wanna do this from now on."

"An ass like yours? You're gonna have to keep him from doing anything but munch butt for months."

"Like Jake?"

"Yeah. But I'm not complaining," Dave smiled.

"You shouldn't. Your boy knows how to go deep."

"Deeper than Kyle?"

"Yeah," the state trooper admitted. "Yeah, he does."

"Wanna switch?"

"Sure thing."

The men pushed their rimming sons off their upturned buttholes and urged them to switch beds. Ed flipped on his back and lifted his legs, letting Jake's hunky body nestle down between them. The kid started right back where he left off, eating cop butt and kissing the man's hole into submission.

This is depraved, Ed thought, but he was loving it. He wondered what else this weekend would introduce for him. He felt a little guilty for finding himself so attracted to Jake... this weekend was supposed to be about Kyle. Still, his kid seemed to really hit it off with the father. If they paired off like this, it was probably OK for everyone. Ed decided to relax and just enjoy himself.

Pretty soon, he found himself staring up into Jake's hungry brown eyes, his legs wrapped around Jake's waist, and the young man's finger lubing his relaxed hole up.

"Big guy like you... getting fucked," Jake purred, his digit doing a number on Ed's sensitive inner gland. Ed wasn't sure if the words were question or statement, so he didn't answer. Instead he stared right into Jake's gaze and communicated his urgent desire. He wanted SO bad to feel that long dick in him.

He looked over to the other bed and was a little surprised to see not Kyle rimming Dave but the other way around. His football player son sat on Mr. Goldman's face as the older man showed the boy was an experienced tongue could do. Ed felt a little jealous, but mostly turned on. He surmised that the Jensen men were going to be on bottom this round, maybe all night.

Jake was already breaching his hole. Ed's bullneck snapped back as he saw the steel determination in his fucker's face. "Oh, Mr. Jensen, you're so fucking tight. I've been wanting to fuck a cop's ass forever."

Ed at first didn't like his profession brought into the sex talk. A conscientious trooper wouldn't fall to a scene as depraved as this. But Jake turned him on big time, and if he turned Jake on, he didn't care how or why. He started talking back, telling Jake how a law-abiding cop needs young hard dick. How his state trooper hole needed abusing. The words started flowing, and he started getting into them. Jake gave back in turn.

Dave and Kyle now faced the other bed, watching the fucking going on in front of them. Lazily, but insistently, Dave's large fingers teased Kyle's tight virgin sphincter, lubing up with first one then two fingers.

"Like watching Daddy get fucked?" he purred in the football player's ear.

"God yes."

"You're next, you know. I'm so boned thinking about breaking in your butt."

"I can feel it sir. Big nasty boner against my butt."

With his left hand, the older man draped his arm over Kyle's shoulder, making tender circles on the boy's nipples with his finger tips. His other hand remained buried between the kid's buns.

"Fuck me, sir. Fuck those fingers in there. It's going to feel great, isn't it?"

"It may hurt at first, but yeah, it'll feel great. You're gonna open right up and start to enjoy it. Trust me, Kyle."

"I do, Dave, I do."

Ed wasn't going to hold off long. He loved getting dicked and this kid knew how to do it right. Nice, firm, hard strokes punctured every ounce of resistance in his rectum, making his pleasure center buzz with new intensity. He'd reached the precipice of orgasm quickly and maintained it through several minutes of heavy-duty shafting. Finally, the dam of sensations broke. His muscular legs contracted in rhythmic spurts pounding Jake's hips harder against his wide-open ass, punching the boy's large dick into him harder and harder. "Fuck!" he cried, and felt the rain of his own hot seed shower on his chest, face, neck, shoulder, everywhere.

The boy was going to town, too. A choked grunt or two and Jake reared back his head as his pistoning cock belted out its seed. He wondered if he shot bigger loads than Kyle as he bent down and kissed his new father-figure square on the mouth.

The two disentangled just in time to watch Dave lining up his erect cock with Kyle's drumtight hole.

"You lubed up enough?" Ed asked with concern. He was going to ask his son if he was OK with this but was half afraid Kyle would say no. He'd been dreaming of this moment.

"I'm slicker than a greased watermelon," the man grunted, and started to stuff the spongy hard prick head into the sphincter. The wetness and insistance of his cock paid dividends, as the gates were forced open and a few inches pushed in.

"Unhgh! Oh! Huhn!" Kyle gasped but could not speak. He couldn't tell if the feeling was pain or pleasure. The sensations steered back and forth between them. He knew though that he wanted it. He wanted this man's cock in him. He bit down on his lip and swallowed his cried and felt his anus being penetrated by Dave's large appendage.

Dave looked down at the spot where his oversized cock was buried in Kyle's meaty behind. He turned to Ed. "I thought maybe you guys were lying about his being virgin. But damn, your boy's tight. This is intense." Slowly he sunk in, til his hairy balls mashed tight against the smooth butt muscle.

"Fuck him," Ed urged.

"Oh man," Jake cried.

"You want him to get used to the size first," Dave instructed, looking straight into Kyle's pleading eyes. "Relax, kid," he said then bent down and locked lips with the nervous but horny teen. The two made out like star-crossed lovers, Kyle relishing the weight of the desirous man on top of him, many hard inches of cock now buried up his tail for the first time.

Kyle was now getting really turned on, the discomfort was going away.

"Now I'm gonna fuck you, kid."

"Yeah," Kyle assented.

Dave pulled back and thrusted forth. Kyle's eyes rolled back then snapped forth to watch the expression on Dave's face. He loved being possessed by this man. Maybe this middle-aged god could fuck him all weekend. In his dreams, his first time was always a marathon session, but not even five minutes into Dave's screwing, Kyle was starting to feel it. Deep. Uncontrollable.

"Oh my god, sir, what is that? Oh, it feels like I wanna come so bad. Like I'm gonna."

Dave laughed. "That's your prostate, kid. Your buttnut. It's why your daddy loves getting fucked like he does." He leered in Ed's direction.

Ed wanted to object but the man was right. Already he and Jake were hard again. Already Ed was face down on the bed again this time facing the scene of his son's deflowering, and Jake had crawled on top of his meaty form, wedging that mansized cock back into the soft wet glove of his tight cop chute.

"Going for seconds, son?" Dave teased.

"You bet, dad," Jake huffed. "Sweet ass this guy's got."

"Like father, like son."

Kyle gripped onto Dave's firm upper arms, to keep his hands off his cock, but it was of no use. White hot seed fired out like liquid shrapnel. Not only was the high schooler getting the cum fucked out of him for the first time, but it was his first hands-free orgasm.

Jake was really pounding Ed, now. The beefy man got into it, got into the roughness. He loved letting himself go. For all the times he'd violated law, custom, and morality with his own offspring, he'd never felt such abandon as now. Jake shot first this time, a second load joining his first in the steamy confines of the man's inner sanctum. But Ed wasn't far behind. His nuts pumped their juice onto the bedsheets. As he recovered from the vertigo of his nut, he vowed that he and Kyle would make their sex even hotter after this weekend.

* * * *

It was 10AM before Ed stirred in an otherwise empty bed. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he assessed where he was, and felt the kinks in his sore muscles. He'd gotten fucked good last night. He smiled at the memory. Slowly, he sat up and eased his body of out bed.

When he got to the bathroom, Dave was already there, leaning in front of the mirror, shaving.

"Morning," Ed said with a dry mouth. "I got a gusher of a piss coming. You mind?"

"Go ahead," he assented then saw the state trooper step up to the toilet bowl and let a strong stream fly.

"Aw, feels good."

"You and Kyle ever dabble in piss play?"

"A couple of times."

"Jake and I have never tried that. Maybe you two can teach us a trick or two."

"For a change," Ed joked. "Where are the boys?"

"They went out. Kyle wanted to do a little sightseeing. Jake volunteered to play guide." He continued shaving, then added, "I was hoping you and I could spend a little quality time."

Ed shook the last drops of piss from his bloated cock, then walked behind Dave's fit body, squeezing the man's shoulders in his powerful hands. "Sounds good, buddy. Let me hop in the shower first. I got dried come all over me."

He started the shower and waited for the warm water to flow.

"No surprise, I didn't think Jake could go that many times in one night. And I think you came every time he fucked you."

"Almost, man."

"And you guys were at it again this morning."

"4AM," Ed said matter of factly, wishing he had gotten more sleep.

"Your son was hot to trot, too."

"He's been wanting to do this ever since you messaged us that night."

"Do you think you guys will look for another couple?"

"Dunno. Hadn't really thought about it. I'm just enjoying this weekend for now."

"You and me both. Besides, most of those on the DadsNSons board are fakes."

"Cops?" Ed asked before shuddering to realize that as law enforcement he shouldn't be here.

"No. Gay men. Older-younger couples who roleplay. Jake and I hooked up with one couple, the sex was good, but it's just not the same."

"Hard to match the real thing, I guess. Like you say, this a real rush. I bet those guys were blown away making it with a real father and son, though."

"We didn't tell 'em. Pretended we were roleplaying, too."

"You're kidding."

"Nope."

"You and Jake look so much alike."

"I tell ya, we dad-son teams are hard to come by. No one expects a real one. And you gotta be careful."

"I was almost too careful. If it wasn't for Kyle we wouldn't be here."

"Remind me to thank Kyle."

"I think you already did."

The two men laughed as the burly man stepped into the shower.

* * * *

The two adult men reclined in the bed and lazily stroked each other's chests and biceps.

"This feels nice."

"Sure does."

"You ever had a fuck buddy, Ed?"

"You kidding? I hadn't done anything like this til it started up with Kyle."

"Feels like you're getting over your head, doesn't it?"

"Feels like? I'm fucking around with my own kid."

"Yeah, and you're hard just thinking about it."

"What's wrong with us, man?"

"Dunno. Maybe nothing. Maybe we're just a pair of natural sonfuckers lucky enough to have horndogs for sons."

"Fuck, man, we're sick."

"Tell me we're not going to get it on with them the second they get back."

Ed couldn't argue there, so he changed the topic. "How often do you see Jake?"

"Every couple months."

"That's gotta be tough. Kyle and I have sex every day, sometimes more."

"I know. He told me: remember?"

Ed thought back to what Kyle had confessed to Dave during the previous night's suckoff session. "I forgot. Anyway, it's going to be hard when he goes off to college."

"That's where the fuckbuddy comes in handy."

"You got one?"

"Had this one guy, a neighbor down the street. We fooled around a couple of times, til his wife started to wise up on him, so he put the kibosh on it. Never told him about Jake though."

"You guys are the first who know about me and Kyle."

"Feels great to get it off your chest, huh?"

"I have to admit it really does."

"I wish we lived closer, man. We could be buds on a regular basis."

"Mess around while the boys are at college?"

"Every fucking chance we could get. Sounds like you got an insane sex drive."

"I do. In spades."

"You got off, what, three times last night?"

The big man smiled impishly. "Four, man."

"Incredible."

"Tell me about it. I haven't gone off like that since I was in my 20s. Tell me if I'm being out of line in saying this, but you raised a real cocksman."

"You're impertinent as fuck," Dave grinned. "But I like that. Besides, you got one hot sexpot of a son."

"No argument here."

"Wanna kiss me, man?"

"Fuck yeah."

The two mouths met, grinding together in a new passion and understanding.

Dave rubbed Ed's chin. "You haven't shaved."

"It bother you?"

"Nah. And I promise you that if you eat Jake out with that scruff, you're going to send him to the moon."

"In that case, I'm not shaving all weekend," Ed laughed.

"Bet that sandpaper turns bristly smooth."

"Which do you prefer?"

"Either, man."

"Wanna try it out now?"

"You mean on my asshole?"

"That's exactly what I mean."

"You wanna eat me out? You horndog."

"I take that as yes?"

"I'm spreading my legs for you, aren't I buddy? You need an engraved invitation."

"Nah, already got one in front of me. Hot hairy asstrench."

"Jake's the only one who ever tongued me there."

"If I had Jake on a regular basis, I don't think I'd need anyone else. He's a master at the job."

"You got that right. Aw yes, lick me! Lick my fucking hole! Damn, you're gonna give Jake a run for his money."

"I forgot to warn you, Dave, I got a real long tongue."

"That wouldn't be a warning, it's be an advertisement. Drill it in, buddy. Ungh! Shit, you gotta try this out on your boy."

Ed moans were drowned out by loud, nasty slurping noises. "God, hot ass. Fucking hairy steaming hole. Eating you out, man."

"Go to town, guy."

* * * *

Jake and Kyle stood on the outer deck of the ferry as it returned to Battery Park. They were alone at the moment.

"So what's it like being away at school?"

"It's great... Pretty much everything they say about college is true."

"Don't you miss your dad?"

"You mean that. You're right. It's tough being away from him. Especially now that we've discovered each other and I've discovered more about myself."

"You play around with guys at school?"

Jake shook his head. "I fooled around with one of my teammates after a party once. But mostly I stick girls."

Kyle nodded thoughtully. He was still figuring a lot of things out, but he knew women didn't interest him.

"And, then, Dad and I sometimes have phone sex. It keeps us connected."

"I'll have to remember that."

"You going away to college?"

"Yes. There's no place near where we live really. Beside, I'm hoping to go to Syracuse to study journalism. It's only an hour and a half drive from our town."

"Cool. Forgive me for saying, but I didn't think a high school jock would go for j-school plans."

"Don't worry, man, I'm hoping to be a sports journalist," Kyle beamed knowing how much he lived up to stereotype. He didn't care: sports was what he loved. "Hopefully, a sportscaster on TV," he added.

Jake eyed the other intently.

"What?" Kyle asked defensively.

"I'm picturing your beefy football bod in a designer suit and dress shirt."

"Can't see it, huh?"

"Oh, I can see it all right." Jake licked his lips. "It's a damn hot sight."

"You got a good imagination."

"That's what Dad always says," he chuckled.

"I guess I do, too. Wanna know what I'm visualizing?"

"Tell me, bro."

"You after graduation. On Wall Street. Suited up. Working in your dad's office. Sneaking into his office. Knealing down at his desk. Unzipping him. Pulling out his fat cock and fucking blowing him right there."

"You're getting me hard, bud."

"I've been hard the last half hour."

"Yeah, I noticed. Wanna find some place and get it on?"

"You kidding?"

"No."

"Where?"

"There's a restroom in the ferry terminal. Probably a quiet time of day."

"Why not?" The two crowded into a stall and clenched hands at each others' crotch. It took just seconds to unzip and unsheath raging erections. Each athlete gripped the other's prick and started frigging.

"I got a warn you it doesn't take me long to cum. Dad says my trigger's too short."

"Older men are always saying that."

Kyle pulled up his T-shirt over his neck. "Your dad has good staying power."

Jake followed suit. "You're telling me. He can make me cum twice before he gets off."

"It was three times for me last night." His bare pectorals brushed against Jake's hairy chest.

"Fuck!" Jake closed his eyes to savor the image. In his mind, he replayed last night's pairing.

"And, man, you were driving Dad crazy."

"I don't know what it is, bro, but your father just loves being taken. I think just the idea I was punching my way back into his guts got him off. And, dude, don't know if you know this, but there's a certain spot... right behind your old man's earlobe. Just lick and kiss that spot, and he opens right up."

"Wow. I'm gonna try it next time."

Jake's cockhead nudged at Kyle's. Slowly, the twenty-year-old grabbed the fold of foreskin and stretched it over his own prickhead. He moaned at the sensation.

"Damn, I can see why your father's always after you to do this. It's incredible."

"I like feeling your dickhead in there, man."

"Better than just shaking hands, huh?"

The two laughed, til the horniness of the present act brought them back to an intense mutual desire. Jake started slowly fucking his cocktip in and out of Kyle's elastic hood.

"Jake? It would be cool if we were brothers."

Jake pressed his warm, wet mouth against Kyle's as he spurted his seed into Kyle's exteneded foreskin. As he pulled out, Kyle rapidly jerked, turning away at the last second to fire his cum on the cinderblock bathroom wall.

* * * *

Dave spit out Ed's cock and ran his hand up and down the length. "Fucking nice, tool, buddy."

"Feels great, Dave, only I'm not gonna cum, I'm afraid. Your boy fucked me dry last night."

"Mind if I get off?"

"I was hoping you would."

"Want it in your mouth or your ass?"

"I'm crazy, but my butt wants to have a try at that ass splitter of yours."

"Jake left you feeling a little empty, huh?"

Ed got on all fours. He reached back and felt his hole, which was still stretched and loosened from the previous night's activities. "And how."

Dave laughed and crawled into place. "You and me are gonna be good buddies, I can tell." He slathered his prick and began teasing his fellow dad.

"That's it buddy, work my hole." First the son, now the father.

"Fuck, I didn't know they made 'em as horny as you." Dave's cock popped in.

"I didn't know they made 'em as hung as you."

"You know it now, bud." Dave humped Ed's beefy body faster, getting into the rhythm without being rushed to nut. "You should fuck your son, you know," he said in a soft, steady growl.

The words hit Ed deep. It had been wild to see Dave take his Kyle's virginity the night before. "It's gonna happen. Particularly after seeing you fuck him."

It was like in the safety and privacy of the hotel suite the two men could open up. About their desires.

"He'll love it," Dave said confidently. "He just needs someone to take charge sometimes."

The two fathers rutted and talked about their experiences with their sons, until they worked themselves up into orgasm, Ed nutting a half minute before Dave. The top hunched over lazily on Ed's sweaty beefy body, wrapping his arms around the trooper and planting a kiss on the back of his neck.

"Thanks, man, that was awesome."

* * * *

That last night was a little more low key. The men had only another load left in them, but they made the most of it, piling all on one bed and going at it in tandem. They sucked and jacked and rimmed til it was time for the main event. Jake and Kyle lay next to each other, legs up and arm wrapped around each other's shoulder as their dads grabbed their calves and put them on their shoulders, and penetrated their son's assholes.

The fucking started off father-and-son, then Dave and Ed switched places. Jake groaned as the cop's smaller piece tickled his prostate, and Kyle savored being filled to the brink once more. Then the fathers pulled out again and went back to their flesh and blood. The tag teaming continued for a good half hour. Both Kyle and Jake were glad that older men had staying power, especially after the intense nuts their fathers had blown already that weekend. Finally, Ed and Dave synchronized their orgasm. Blowing their fatherly seed into their boys at the same time was an awesome, unforgettable experience.

Now it was morning and the men showered and dressed quietly. None of them had wanted this weekend to end, but the Jensens had to get back home, and Dave knew his alibi for being in the city was reaching its limit.

"Guys," Ed started as the four were ready to leave the room, "This weekend was incredible."

"Beyond our dreams," Dave said, flipping off Jake's ballcap and rubbing his hair. "Right, Jake?"

"Yeah, dad."

"I know this is against our ground rules," Dave continued, "but if you guys ever want to get together again..."

Ed and Kyle looked at one another and smiled big. "Yeah," the dad said, "I think we'd like that."

Dave's face lit up. "Yeah? Cool. I know we're never going to find another dad-son team like you guys."

Ed nodded, "I'll say. Hard to find men you can trust like this." This whole weekend had been a mind-blowing experience, but Ed was most surprised how this other team had put him at ease so quickly and eased his fears.

Dave paused and gave Jake a quick look before turning back to the others. He knew he could trust these guys. "Our name's Goldman. Dave and Jake Goldman. Those are our real names."

Kyle felt a thrill to hear the men's last name, like they were all closer now.

"Ed and Kyle Jensen," Ed replied. "Our real names, too."

Dave smiled in response and placed his arm on Jake's shoulder. "Well, Ed and Kyle Jensen," Dave declared, " next time don't bother booking a hotel."

All men laughed and left the darkened hotel room, where so many secret desires had been expressed.

* * * *

"What a weekend!" Kyle said as the two men sped along the interstate.

"You can say that again." Ed was closer

"Dad, I was thinking... being with the Goldmans, well, I'm wondering if we're gonna be closer now."

"We're already pretty close, son."

"Yeah. Yeah, we are. But I saw the way Jake made you feel, dad. I want to make you feel like that."

"You do, son. Better, even."

"Well, if there's anything you ever want me to do for you, don't be afraid to ask."

"You too, Kyle. Dave made me realize I've been too afraid all around. Too afraid of giving you what you need."

"I liked you fucking me, dad. A lot."

"I guessed as much," Ed winked. "That cock of yours went off like fireworks when I was buried in ya."

"We gonna keep doing it? You going to fuck me from now on?" Kyle asked expectantly, wondering if this weekend was a one-off experience.

"Boy... I don't know how I'm gonna keep my hands off of you."

"Well, Mom's going out of town next weekend, remember?"

His father started with a deep belly chuckle.

"What's funny?"

"Until you said that, I though you guys had worn down my hardon for the next week."

"I'm still hard."

"You're half my age."

"Dad?"

"What, son?"

"I like the stubble. You gonna keep it?"

Ed scratched his chin and looked in the rearview mirror. "Nah, I gotta stop at a rest stop and shave it off. Gotta keep shaven for my job, you know, but maybe I can grow it out on the weekends."

"Yeah?" Kyle asked.

"It turn you on?"

"You bet. I love getting kissed and feeling your whiskers."

Ed bent over and gave his son a quick but full-tongue kiss. "Hot," he said.

Kyle unbuttoned his jeans and shucked them down. His teen jock erection popped up and hit his stomach. "Mind if I ride home naked?"

"You're probably gonna cause me to have a wreck. But I'm not gonna stop you."

"You gonna pull your hardon out, dad?"

Ed bit his lip and didn't answer. He hesitated a moment, then reached down to his lap and unzipped.

"Fuck, yeah, Dad. You've got an awesome boner."

The trooper smiled and thought of what Dave Goldman would do. He shuffled in his seat and put his hand on his boy's head. "Son, why don't you suck Daddy while he drives?"