When Opportunity Knocks Again

It was early in the morning when there was a knock at my door, when I opened the door there were two nude shadows. I  could tell one was my son and the other was a stranger to me. I had no time to ask what was going on and had my shoulders forced down making me kneel before their stiff cocks. The young stranger presented his cock to me wanting me to suck his cock as my son and him kissed and made out. As I started to suck this 8 inch cock it was covered with the saliva of my son and his juices had already begun to flow from his cock. The syrupy  liquid  coated my dry mouth making it easier to swallow him to his cum laden balls.

I was really making headway in sucking off this stud sensing how the girth of his shaft was  enlarging  when my son joined me to suck this guy's cock. It began a contest for who would  empty  his balls. I knew the motive behind my son's thinking. He wanted to make the guy cum one time so he could enjoy a long fuck afterwards. As we shared the cock it was understood whoever brought this guy off only he would feed on his cum. I could tell when the guy's calves began to tremble and luckily his cock was still in my mouth that I had a good chance at victory.

Unfotunately, it wasn't  meant to be because my turn was over and just as my son captured the cock once again I heard the distinct sound my son only makes when he is receiving a guy's load. I knew this sound because now and then he has the urge to suck his father's 10 inch cock and when he brings me over the edge he moans in affirmationof success. He was now making this affirmation and by the reaction from this guy I knew I had lost out. When he finished feeding my son  got up and the guy whispered into my ear and  said, " maybe next time. "

I didn't think there would be a next time, but I appreciated his optimism, knowing my only hope was if he was a great fuck for my son. It had been two years  and had decided to have the floors in the house retiled as a luck would have it this guy was the helper of the tiler. When the tiler and him came to the house to give me a quote, and when his boss was measuring the floor I noticed he tugged his cock blatantly and signaled to me to come wherehe was standing and whispered, " if you want you still have a chance to finally taste and swallow my hot load of cum."  I acknowledged that I did.

As luck would have it, his quote was so cheap I called my son and told my son that I had went with the tiler that he had recommended. My son had told me he had gone to school with both these guys. Now I felt an strange inkling that my son had planned this all along knowing how I regretted losing out to him when we sucked this guy's cock. My son also let me in about the tiler himself. He said the tiler even though was of small stature he was not lacking in the cock department because  he was horse hung at least 12 inches of stiff meat and he loves having his cock sucked.

Needless to say, I was going to take advantage given the opportunity again to suck off the guy  who came to my bedroom one night in the past.