You're hard as a rock, Dad!

My name is Han Jobbs, I'm a stage director in Top City. I do TV commercials as well. Oh, and two pornography flicks last year. Film is fun but stage is the rage.  I'd worked at most theatres over the last 20 years in and around Top Ciy. Pride Theatre, Jackon, Manz performance Art Haus and other venues. 

After college I married my sweetheart, Maddy Malady and moved here to become movie stars. Unfortunately my wife couldn't get cast in anything not even a Hemorrhoid commercial. She started drinking a little too much. She grew angry.

After Maddy was fired from a good-paying TV commercial gig for being drunk, she found out she was pregnant - cutting off all theatrical possibilities for nine - ten months. Maddy lost her mind.
Me? I did great. A stud in a soap opera led to a Walfart Commercial for swim wear, a bit on a TV sitcom and an affair with a handsome photographer who introduced me to gay sex while taking nudes of me.

Maddy had a nuclear melt down when I did the whole "I'm gay" thing. After the boy was born, my wife sliced the umbilical cord with a machete, and vanished. Later, papers arrived in the mail declaring a divorce, I signed and returned them. The boy was six months old. It wasn't easy but we managed to make a comfortable life for yourselves over the years.

Today Beau Jobbs is a freshman at Homo Heights Community College. He's such a jock. Just like his grandfather. I couldn't relate to sports the way my Dad did. Oh, I'm always at my son's games and do everything an athlete's parent does. I'm there. I sponser and support. It's just that the whole concept of sports is so alien to me. I mean, baseball. Men hitting a rock with a stick then running around in circles. I mean, 'What the Fuck! I don't get it."

My sexuality was never apart of our lives. I rarely dated while raising my son and didn't meet anyone I wanted to be with, so it all worked out well. Don't think I didn't have a few personal adventures ... I did. 

Sonny boy Beau started dating girls in the third grade. A lady's man. Always had a different date for every event. Soccer, Tennis, Wrestling and gymnastics. Homecoming King. Football Quarterback. Prom King. If my father had lived he and his grandson would have been best friends. Carbon copies of each other. Then there's me the nerd with his nose in a book.

Now, you would think that after everything I have told you, that you would be prepared for what I am going to say next. My son comes home, sits me down on the sofa and calmly says, "Dad I have a date in two days. It's probably going to be a date ending in sex ... cause we're on the fourth ... yea, the fourth date is definitely sex. So, Dad I have never sucked a cock before, and I know I'm gonna have to suck his .. so can I practice on your cock?" Big pause. "Dad, you okay?"

The sound of my jaw dropping into another dimension broke the sound-barrier. He continued, "Dad, you're gay. Teach me, I wanna learn to be good. Hell, you get to shoot a hot load as a bonus.." And he laughed so honestly.

"Am I being a prude?," I asked out loud.

Beau hugged me, "I guess, it's a little awkward for you being gay."

"You knew I was gay? When?"

"I was thirteen. I found your porn mags, Dicks on Parade and Raw Meat, Cum Holes, my favorite "Barebacked Boy Scout Butt." I whacked off for days reading those mags."

"Wow, you've known for five years. Gay. I always thought you were such a man's man." I half-smiled. "I guess you are."

"You taught me that Dad ... subterfuge. Don't tell anyone anything -- You taught me keep my mouth shut. You taught me how to drive. You taught me to be an honest Man. So teach me how to suck cock. Make me a good cocksucker."

I was giggling. "The conversation. Make me a good cocksucker." I just shook my head, thinking how "Teach me how to suck a good cock," sounds like a line from a gay musical.

"I guess, it doesn't matter. Flesh is Flesh. But won't you feel strange with your dad's manhood in your mouth?"

"Why would it be strange? You sir, are a hot ... Wait a minute, you don't know how fucking good looking you are, do you?

"I'm an average 40 year old man."

My son laughed loudly. "No, you're not. In Gay world, Dad you're a DILF, a sexually attractive older man. A Daddy and us Bottoms really like Daddys. All my gay buddys have a crush on you. You're a hot Daddy, Dad. I've seen that weapon you call a penis. I know men who would gladly leap upon it and take a Mr. Toads wild ride. Makes me hard just thinking about your cock up my tight hole."

"My penis up your rectum?" I headed to the bar.

Nearly whispering. "Dad, when's the last time you got a blow job?

"Nothing sexual for over a decade." At the bar I pour myself some whiskey. I didn't sip it, I swallowed the whole mutherfucker drink.

"You haven't had a mouth on your cock in ten years. And you care about whose giving you head? Who cares!! Someone who desires to swallow your hot creamy jizz."

"My what?"

"Cum, sperm, spooge, Man juice. Jizz!"

"It just feels wrong, Son."

"Wouldn't you rather I come to you. Rather than hook up with a stranger to teach me Oral Sex 101!"

I sighed, he was working me like he did when he was kid an wanted a new bat or mitt -- he always won. "I don't know what to talk about except what I like. What feels good to me."

"Yes, that's what I want to learn. Stuff like, 'go back to the cock head and suck on it some more.
It's just another thing a gay Dad can teach his gay son." Beau grabbed my hand and led me to his bedroom. I laid on his bed. He rubbed my crotch then squeezed it discovering what I'd been hiding.

"You're hard as rock, Dad!" Beau fumbled with my zipper, pulled my jeans and boxer briefs to my ankles. I tried to protest but my hard 8-inch dick popped up.

"Damn Daddy-O, you got a first class pecker here!" Without another word he engulfed my dick head, slobbering all over it. Up. And then down hard. Up and down and without warning he moaned like 2000 year old mummy as I shot a load half in his mouth and half on his cheeks.
Beau put his lips against mine, we shared the cum together. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, fiercely kissing him. I hadn't cum in a decade. Damn that felt good!!

My hands were busy. I got his jeans and his briefs down. Beau pulled my underwear off  and brought them to his nose briefly.

My son took his father's cock into his mouth so reverently. And confidently I started instructing him ... "It's all about the pressure on the cock as you suck it, son. Start with slow up and down motion with your lips. Get it hard. Get as much spit as you can generate in your mouth. Don't ignore his piss slit. It's very senstive. Use your tongue to play with it.  As time goes on, the lips increase pressure on the dick. And don't forget the balls. Licking them is really good."

After a nice tongue lashing on my balls I said, "Beau get a finger nice and wet." I watched him suck his middle finger into his mouth. " When your man's about to cum. Shove a finger up his man hole. But make sure it's got enough lube or spit on it. Got it?" He nodded as he swallowed my cock. How beautiful he looked with a mouthful of my man tool.

 ... something snapped. Perhaps my moral compass.

I looked at Beau's raw beauty, naked. My cock stiffened, my urge surged. He looked so vulnerable. I rolled him over and made him stick out his ass. Grabbing the lube, I poured some on his hole. My finger went in and deep while he moaned. I slapped his ass cheek hard. I wasted no time. I pulled his ass to the end of the bed. I stood up. Spreading his legs, I pulled him even closer. I put my cockhead on his lubed anus.

Breathing hard Beau begged me to put my love muscle up his boy booty. "Fuck my hole, Daddy. Put it in. I want you to want me."

The old horn dog I used to be came back with thunder, I moved into attack mode. Beau spread his legs while licking his lips. "You want my big knob, slut boy?

His boyish voice turned me on ... "Yes. Fuck me Daddy! Do it! Do me! Put it in. I need it. I need you." Like a boy pussy in heat he arched his back stuck out his ass more and waited for my assault. I was in a mood too. I plunged my entire missile directly into his pink winking hole. He howled. 

This was my hole now! I pounded it with an intense fury like I was 18 years old again. Beau's moaning became loud and dirty, so sexy. "Bang my boy cunt, Daddy!"

I don't know what came over me. I went wild and loved it -- and so did my son. I planted my lips on his and we explored each other's mouths. And then first, I stuffed my boy's hole with a flood of cum, then directed my dick to his mouth where he devoured more of my cum.

I slapped his ass again. "From now on I get a blowjob every other day and your tight bung hole when ever I want it!! Understood?"

"Yes, daddy!"

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