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Jack Curtis, 36 years of age, parked in the driveway of his house, sighing with relief at the end of a long corporate work week. He'd also get to have his son, Ricky (or Richard, as his ex-wife calls him) over for his 18th birthday, which was today.

Jack divorced his wife, Josephine, many years ago. She was devotedly religious, something he was unaware of when he married her, and wouldn't have any sexual contact with him since their honeymoon when they were 18 (the first and last time they ever had sex.). The following two years were tragically barren for Jack, he was a devote man and would not reduce himself to cheating even though he'd fallen out of love with her faster than he could have believed. But she simply wouldn't allow him to penetrate her tight, warm, pink vagina. So, ever since their fuck-a-thon on their week honeymoon, and her not so surprising pregnancy after all the semen he put in her, Jack was fucking his palm for the two years he was still with her. But he divorced her, and had to fight to get his son even on the weekends, but now that his son was 18, he was coming to live with Jack permanently.

But before that, Jack was itching to rub one out. His cock was tightening right up against his black slacks, and he could nearly smell his musk from here because of the hot day. He had to fight the urge to whip out his cock on the road, and even more as he got out of his car and walked to his door. He might have done it too, if the middle aged man next door hadn't been on the porch listening to the radio and reading a newspaper. So, he resisted the urge but did not shove his hard rod back down and let it stick out at an odd angle for all to see.

He slid his key into the lock, and opened the door. Looking at the clock, he saw that it was a quarter to three, he always got off early on Fridays, and Ricky's mother was dropping him off at five. And by dropping him off, Josephine meant she would leave him on the sidewalk and leave before jack would even get to the door. So now, Ricky has his own key and would let himself in.

He locked the front door behind him and climbed the stairs, abandoning his suitcase at the living room.

His room was simple, a simple plain blue bed, with a pretty massive tv mounted on the wall across from it. He turned on the light to his private bathroom, and looked at his attire in the mirror. His short cropped brown hair, nice green eyes, strong jaw covered with a light beard. He unbutton his shirt, revealing big hairy pecs with thick, plump, nipples. He could see his sizable cock outlined in his pants, and a considerably dark spot forming at the end of his penis. He simply couldn't get his mind pass today's meeting when his boss slid by him in a tight spot and his plump ass brushed Jacks cock. What Jack would give to fuck Bills tight ass. That was another thing, Jack soon discovered he was bisexual.

He dug in his dresser, pulling out his underwear to reveal about 20 gay porn dvds he used when he had to get off. He selected his favorite, one where a dad fucks his son to punish him. He pressed play on it, and started the shower in his bathroom, then laid back on his bed completely naked. pendik escort He stared at his 12 incher, nearly as thick as a can of pop too. He wrapped a large hand around it, and started pumping as he watched the old dad on the screen pound the twink, moaning and groaning at at loud volume. Jack was moaning and groaning himself, writhing on the comforter and sweating from the action and the steam from the shower a few feet away. He looked at his penis every so often, getting lost in the glistening sight of a precum river flowing down his shaft as he ran his palm along its veiny length.

He hadn't heard the short honk signaling his son was home, or the door unlocking, opening and closing. Bolting the door shut went unnoticed as well. Ricky's calls of "Dad!" went unanswered as he climbed the stairs, hearing a muffled straining of noises coming from his fathers room.

Jack was nearly there, a buzz climbing from his balls to the tip of his cock. He was moaning loudly now, and whimpered as his fingers brushed his red and swollen sensitive cock-head. But finally, he heard his bedroom door open.

"Ricky!" His hand was still mid-stroke. He peeled the comforter off and covered himself. "I didn't know you were home!"

A chorus of moans emitted from the tv speakers and he shot for the remote.

"What's that dad?" He looked at the screen.

"Nothing!" Jack scrambled for the off button and shut the TV off.

"What were you doing?" He dropped his bag.

"Do your dad a favor and turn off the shower." Ricky promptly shut off the water and came back, waiting for his answer. "Come sit here son."

"Why were you rubbing your pee-pee?"

"Jesus, your mother has really kept you closed off hasn't she? Well I'll teach you everything you need to know. Come sit here Ricky." His son sat next to him. Jack uncovered his lower half, revealing his half-erect cock to the cooling air. "This, is called the penis. Otherwise known as cock or dick, from some people. It's, as you know, for pissing, but also for cumming."

"Cumming?" He asked, mesmerized at the rod of heat between his dads hairy legs.

"This liquid comes out of the penis after stimulation, it would traditionally be ejaculated into a woman's vagina and she might get pregnant." Jack explained. "But you need no woman to cum, and it gives you an exhilarating feeling to do so. That's called an orgasm."

"Yours is different from mine daddy."

"Yes son, and I'm assuming quite more hairy than yours?" He nodded. "Yes, you take after your moms family."

"Can I touch it?"

"Of course." He moved his hands away.

Ricky moved his hand slowly to Jacks dick, and Jack held his breath as he did so. Soon his sons soft palm was touching his pubic region, fingers raking through his bush of brown hair, cupping and examining his loose hanging balls, then finally, touched the rod.

"It's heavy." He said, flopping it around. "And very warm."

"Why don't we compare?" Jack suggested. His son nodded and immediately dropped his pants to the floor, his underwear following soon after.

"See daddy? Mines not kartal escort nearly as big as yours." He showed his pubic region, a light coating of nearly blond hair, and a much smaller, white cock nestled in his milky legs.

"Oh but it's absolutely beautiful." Jack could feel his feeling coming back.

"Daddy! Your penis is moving." And indeed it was, twitching at the sight of his sons small cock. "Oh daddy would you teach me to cum?"

"Sure son, would you like to help me show you?"

"Yes!" He said ecstatically.

"Okay Ricky, all you need to do is rub up and down with your hand."

He nodded, and determined, he rubbed his small hand up and down his fathers shaft. His hand didn't cover his whole girth at all.

"Ohhh..." Jack fell back on the bed.

"Should I stop daddy?"

"Oh no Ricky, it feels amazing!" Ricky, even more determined, pumped faster.

"Ohh." Jack looked up. "Oh Ricky... I'm goin- I'm gonna!" But he couldn't get thw words out soon enough, his cock hummed and throbbed wildly, shooting ropes of pure white cum into the air.

"Whoa!" Ricky smiled at the sight.

"Uhhh! Ohhh!" Jack writhed as his son kept going on his sensitive organ. "Oh stop! Please!"

"Sorry dad!" Ricky let his sticky hand fall from the throbbing, softening dick attached to his fathers toned body, and let it rest on his thigh. "That was amazing!"

"Oh Ricky, it's much more pleasurable if it's you who's having an orgasm." Jack sat up and looked at his sons lap. No longer nestled in his legs, his smaller dick was standing straight in attention. "May I?" He said to his son, pointing at his dick.

"Sure dad!"

Jacks rough fingers touch his songs soft skinned cock, and he felt his boy shutter next to him. "Come and sit on daddy's lap."

And so he did, his light frame sitting on Jacks cock, which was already beginning to harden again. Jack spit on his hand, and went to town on his boys dick.

Ricky was already a writing mess in his fathers arms, squirming as his fathers hand pumped his dick, and soon he was moaning so loud Jack was concerned the neighbor would hear him from sitting on the porch.

"Dad, I feel like I need to pee-" Ricky started.

"That's just how it feels Ricky, trust me." He kept going and he could see his sons balls tighten to his body. He was close now.

"Da-" he thrusted his hips violently in the air as his cock spasmed in ecstasy. Cum flew in the air in all directions, hitting Ricky and Jack both in the face as he rode the high his father gave him. "Ohhh..." he returned to the warmth of his fathers hairy body.

"Wasn't that amazing son?"

"The... best..." he panted, beads of sweat on his smooth torso. "Can we do it again?" He asked, feeling his fathers dick under him renewed in its solidness.

"Let's go take a bath and I'll show you more." He got up and pulled his son to the bathroom.

It was a big, well lit bathroom with a big step in shower and clear glass doors. A frosted glass window was a main light source in the shower. Jack started the shower again, and soon enough the maltepe escort shower was hot and producing steam and they were ready to get on again.

Seeing both of their hard cocks, Ricky grabbed his. "I wish mine was as big as yours daddy."

"Oh that doesn't matter son, and anyway, you never know if it will grow more. Say, I believe I was at your length at your age too." Jack was of course just giving his son hope, for he had his fire hose of a cock since middle school when it hang out of his underwear while changing in the locker room. "Come get in with me." Ricky stepped into the shower too.

"This is lube, and if you like, we can have sex." He held a bottle in front of his son.

"How?"

"Well, I'll stick my penis into your ass, and move it in and out just like you did with your hand." Jack explained.

"Ok."

Jack put a considerable amount of lube on his dick and his sons surprisingly hairless asshole. "It might hurt a first, and if you want me to stop just say so, but I promise it'll get better."

"Okay." His son nodded, the all clear.

Jack hugged his son from behind and positioned his cock-head on his sons hole. "Okay Ricky."

He slid in his head, sending Ricky moaning already. He slowly slid in the rest of his cock, hearing a strain of noises from his son. "You okay?"

"Keep going." Ricky panted.

"Fuck you're so tight." He struggled to get his girth in. Soon, though, he was thrusting into his son no problem, and when he hit his prostate for the first time, and the many times after that, Ricky was nearly screaming. His sons cock was rock hard, and he wasn't even touching it.

"Fuck son! Fuck!" He gripped Ricky in a tight bear hug as he dumped his seed in his sons ass. "Shit!" He groaned and stood catching his breath with his softening dick still inside his son. He pulled out, watching some cum flow out of his gaping hole.

"I want you to fuck me now, Ricky." Jack flipped spots with him and spread his ass cheeks, revealing his hairy crack. "Don't forget the lube."

Ricky poured lube on his dick, and some on his dads hole. Then he went in.

Jack groaned at the feeling of his sons penis entering his ass, making sure to sound just like his son when it happened to him. Nothing wrong in making his son feel like he's doing something good.

His sons dick was surprisingly long enough to touch his prostate, and sent him nearing into another orgasm.

"I'm feeling it again daddy. What should I do?" Ricky said as he thrust into his father.

"Stay in me son."

"Oh! Oh!" Ricky moaned into his dad, nearly mounting his back as he humped his length into his fathers warm, inviting ass and let some more of his cum pump out of him. "Oh daddy. That felt so good."

"Not as good as this." His father kneeled and turned to him. "I think you might have a little more cum in you."

He took his sons softening dick into his mouth, and used his huge hands to cup his asscheeks as he blew Ricky. His cock was rock again, and he really was screaming in pleasure this time. Post orgasm torture was one of Jacks kinks, and he wouldn't let this opportunity go to waste. He sucked hard, and within a minute, his son was dumping the last of his seed that his small balls carried.

"Oh dad, thank you." He panted and fell into his father. "Can we do this every day?"

"Any time you like son." He rubbed Ricky's back. "Anytime."