I never planned for it to happen that way, but the weekend my wife left for her conference changed everything.
Jake, my twenty-three-year-old son, had just moved back home after college, and the house felt too quiet with only the two of us. We started with beers on the back deck, talking about his job hunt and my long days at the firm. The talk got looser after the second six-pack. He admitted hed fooled around with guys in school. I told him Id thought about it too, back in my twenties, but never acted. The air thickened. His eyes stayed on mine too long.
We moved inside when it got dark. The living room couch was big enough, but we sat close anyway. Jakes leg pressed against mine. Neither of us pulled away. I felt my cock thicken in my jeans and saw the same bulge in his. Dad, he said, voice low and rough, you ever want to try it for real? I didnt answer with words. I reached over, grabbed his thigh, and squeezed. He leaned in and kissed me hard, tongue pushing past my lips like hed been waiting years.
Clothes came off fast. I yanked his shirt over his head and ran my hands down his smooth chest, feeling the hard muscle hed built in the gym. He opened my belt, pulled my cock out, and wrapped his fist around it. Fuck, Dad, youre thick, he growled, stroking me slow at first, then faster. I grabbed his dick toolong, veined, already leakingand jerked him the way I liked it done to me. We sat there on the couch, father and son, pumping each others cocks, breathing heavy, precum slicking our fists.
Jake dropped to his knees between my legs. I want to taste you, he said, then took my cock into his mouth. The wet heat was unreal. He sucked deep, tongue swirling around the head, then swallowed more until his nose pressed into my pubes. I held the back of his head and thrust up, fucking his throat while he gagged and moaned. Spit ran down my balls. Thats it, son, suck your dads cock, I grunted. He pulled off, strings of saliva connecting his lips to my shaft, and looked up with glassy eyes. Your turn, old man.
I pushed him onto the couch, spread his legs, and buried my face between his cheeks. His hole was tight and clean. I licked it, spit on it, then pushed my tongue inside while he moaned and pushed back. I worked two fingers in, stretching him, scissoring until he begged for more. Fuck me, Dad. I want your cock in my ass. I stood, lined up, and pressed the head against his hole. One slow push and I was inside my own son, buried to the balls in hot, gripping heat.
We fucked like animals after that. I pounded him on the couch, then bent him over the armrest, slamming in deep with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. Jake reached back and spread his cheeks wider. Harder, Dad, wreck my hole. I gave it to him, hips snapping, balls swinging, sweat dripping off both of us. When I got close I pulled out, flipped him onto his back, and shoved back in so I could watch his face while I bred him. He stroked his own cock furiously. Cum in me, Dad, fill your son up. I exploded deep inside him, pulse after pulse of thick load painting his insides. Jake came right after, shooting ropes across his own chest and stomach.
We stayed locked together for a minute, breathing hard. Then I pulled out slow, watching my cum leak from his stretched hole. Jake grinned, wiped some on his fingers, and licked it off. Round two in the shower? he asked. I was already getting hard again. We didnt leave the house much that weekend. Every room got usedkitchen counter, my bed, even the garage floor. By Sunday night we knew this wasnt a one-time thing. It was the start of something raw, secret, and ours.
