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(Part 2/2)

BEN:

"Knock knock," Sam's voice came from the other side of the door, before he walked in my room.

I was in bed, scrolling through some porn on my iPad, with the door half-closed. When I saw my son walk in I tucked my dick in the jock I was wearing and covered myself with the duvet.

"Come on in," I said.

Sam walked in wearing a pair of boxer shorts and a huge smile on his face. If I didn't know better I'd think he'd just gotten laid, but it was just us at the house. Maybe a great jack-off sesh?

He approached my bed and got in it without asking, lying beside me on my left.

"You okay?" I smiled. I put my arm on the pillow and my son propped himself up until he was lying on it. I gave him a hug and pulled him in closer.

"Yeah," he said. "I talked to Mom earlier."

"What did she say?"

"Not much. Wants me to go back home soon."

I felt a pang in my chest, hearing him call someplace else "home." But of course he would. This wasn't forever.

"Oh," was all I could muster to say.

"I don't really wanna leave," he said, gently tracing an imaginary line across my chest with his fingertips. He looked much younger doing that. Like the son I should have raised, I thought.

"You know you can always come back," I said softly. "And Sam... if you want, this place is 'home' as well."

He put his arm around my waist and gave me a squeeze.

"I also talked to my friend Lamar," he said. "He thinks I'm a dick for spending time with Greg instead of you."

I smiled, unsure what to say. Sam's fingers continued tracing abstract shapes on my chest.

"I'm sorry," he apologized.

"No need to be."

"No. I... I came here to spend time with you."

"But we have been spending time together. We work out every morning, we watch movies in the evenings..."

"I know. But I still should be focused on you and not Greg or other guys. It's just that... I like him. And he likes me. And I've never had a boyfriend before and it felt nice--"

"To be liked," I finished his sentence.

"Exactly," he nodded.

"I understand. That's why you got my support, if you wanna be with Greg, even with the history between him and me. And for what it's worth, Sam... I like you as well."

I said it without much thinking. An innocent compliment. But it made my son sit up and look me straight in the eyes, changing the energy in the room. All of a sudden it felt more intense.

As if in slow motion, I watched Sam close his eyes and lean forward, planting a gentle peck on my lips. For a brief second, my eyes closed as well.

"I like you too, Dad," he whispered, pulling away, and smiled.

I put my hand on his cheek, then leaned in to give him another kiss on the lips, to show the feeling was mutual.

"Now, what're we doing tonight?" he said, bouncing up and changing the energy between us again.

"Well Mateo asked if he can drop by, but if you want I can cancel and we can--," I started to reach for my phone to text Mateo there was a change of plans.

"No, no!" Sam interrupted me. "No need. He can come, you guys do your thing."

"We were just gonna hang out in the backyard, maybe start a fire in the pit. It's a nice evening. We can hang out in the hot tub. You're welcome to join us."

"Sounds lovely!" he said, and gave me a kiss on the cheek before jumping up and leaving the room.

SAM:

That evening, Dad's boyfriend was over an hour late so Dad and I got in the hot tub by ourselves after dinner. The sun had already gone down, and we were on our second bottle of champagne.

Before we got in the tub, Dad took of the shorts and tank top he was wearing, and got in the water in his birthday suit. I had board shorts on and wore those. There were candles all over the yard. Dad had obviously planned for this to be a romantic evening between him and Mateo.

Looking at Dad's body next to me in the hot tub in the candle light, while sipping champagne, I still couldn't believe how much I'd lucked out and that somebody as cool (and gorgeous) and him happened to be my father.

When the fire in the pit started to get a bit crazy, Dad got up to fix it. I smiled during that split second of him getting out of the tub, propping himself up on his muscles, water dripping down his body as his ass appeared from under the water and right in front of my face,

While he was busy with the fire, we heard the doorbell ring.

"I'll get it," I said and got up and headed to the door, leaving a trail of water behind me.

I answered the door and saw Mateo. He had a huge grin on his face, and half of the buttons on his shirt undone. I could see (and smell) that he was drunk.

"Hey sexy," he said and winked at me.

This was way more forward than Mateo and I ever talked to each other but he was drunk, I thought, he was just being playful.

He walked in, scanning at me up and down like this was the first time he was seeing me, looking at my nearly-naked body both front and back.

Just as I was about to shut the door, another person walked in. It was... Mateo.

"Oh hi, Sam," he said. I looked left to right, wondering just how fucking drunk was I. "This is my brother, Mario."

I looked at Mario, who gave me another wink.

"There you are," Dad appeared from the backyard as well. As his tall, muscular body approached us, he had three pairs of eyes staring at him all wet and naked.

"Hola papi," Mario said then walked over to Dad, and gave him a kiss on the lips. As they kissed, Mario's hands went from the sides of Dad's chest slowly down his torso, and wound up on his hips.

"Hey honey," Mateo was next and walked up to give Dad a kiss as well.

"We got the champagne open and the hot tub all ready and running," Dad said, putting an arm around each of the twins' waists. "You coming?" he said, looking at me.

I realized I was still standing there holding the doorknob, my mouth as open as the door.

"Yeah. Let's go."

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Chapter 9: "Sex with Someone in this Hot Tub" (Part 1/2)

BEN:

Coming out of the hot tub in my back yard, the evening air felt a bit chilly until I got to the fire pit. I fixed the fire and looked down at my naked body glistening before going into the house.

There, I saw my boyfriend and his sexy twin. As I walked up to the them I flexed my abs, even though I knew I didn't need to impress them any further. They were all smiles when they saw me, as was I. As they both kissed me, I could tell they were even drunker than I was. I enjoyed being the center of attention and having two younger guys kiss me and run their hands down my naked body. It was so hot, it was easy to forget my 18-year-old son was standing right there.

"We got the champagne open and the hot tub all ready and running," I told the twins, putting an arm around each of their waists and turning around to head back out. "You coming?" I glimpsed back at my son.

"Yeah, let's go," Sam said, water still dripping on the floor from the boardshorts he was wearing.

As I led the twins to the backyard, I was aware of how unusual this situation was. It wouldn't be my first time having fun with the two of them in the hot tub, but it was the first time that my son was here. Not the most responsible fatherly thing to do, I was fully aware. Then again, I thought back to some of the things he got up to recently.

I only met my son at the beginning of this summer, but I got the impression he was a fairly shy and naive boy. Well, that changed quickly since he came to California! It didn't take him long to start hooking up with my ex, who was even older than I was. Sam even sucked him off once while I was right there next to them, in the same room. He must've thought he was being slick, hiding under a blanket while doing it, as if I couldn't tell what was going on.

Then there was the time they had the audacity to ask me to bring them some lube while they were jerking each other off in Sam's room. I remember picking the furniture for that room thinking "I hope Sam feels at home here." Well, he sure did, soon enough.

Plus, I was almost certain I caught Sam recording my boyfriend Mateo and me while we were having sex once. If he did, I wasn't upset. I'd been a horny sex freak since I was his age. And even though I didn't raise him, biology seemed to do its thing. The apple didn't fall far from the horny tree.

In the hot tub, I was the first one to get in as Mateo and his brother Mario started undressing.

"We brought swimwear," Mateo said, taking off his shirt and shorts and reveling a pair of sexy, tight speedos, "but it seems like we're skinny-dipping today."

He pulled down the speedos and revealed his dick and his beautiful bubble butt.

"When in Rome..." Mario smiled, pulling down a pair of speedos similar to his brother's. "Or, Laguna Beach in this case."

The two were the most identical set of twins I'd ever met. Even I had trouble telling them apart sometimes. Two dicks, ballsacks, and asses swung in front of me as they got into the hot tub.

"You know," my boyfriend said, putting his arm around me and looking up at my son who was standing next to the hot tub, "your father told me you were gay, but I don't buy it. What kind of self-respecting gay wears such baggy boardshorts?" he waved his index finger up and down flamboyantly.

"The kind who lives with his parents and three younger siblings, who wouldn't be too thrilled if he paraded around in those," Sam pointed sassily to the discarded skimpy speedos on the ground.

We all laughed.

"Well, cariño, you're here now, away from that hetero mess. Pull em down!" Mario said. As forward as his brother was, Mario was even more confident and shameless.

"This is textbook peer pressure," Sam said jokingly, slowly untying the drawstring of his shorts. As the pulled them down, the twins clapped and cheered jubilantly.

"Just like his daddy's," Mario said of Sam's penis, making him blush as he got into the tub. In honesty, my dick was fairly bigger then his, but I was happy to have Mario flatter him.

"Yay, baby's first time naked in a hot tub," Mateo said dramatically. "This calls for a celebration!" He reached for the bottle and passed out champagne glasses to everyone.

We toasted loudly like it was New Year's Eve.

"I know a good icebreaker," Mateo said. "Never Have I Ever!"

"No, c'mon," I shook my head. "We're not in college."

"Speak for yourself, papi. The two of us are young enough to be in college. And your son here's about to start in a few weeks. Don't you want him to be ready for the real world?"

"Wait, the 'real world' is sitting in a hot tub with three naked models, drinking champagne? Cuz I could get used to that," Sam said and we laughed again.

I was so proud of how confident my son seemed, and honestly, a tad surprised. The twins could be a pair of ballbusters, but Sam held his own and was quick with all his responses.

"The youngest person starts," Mario said, pointing at Sam. "If it's something you've done, drink."

"Fine. Never have I ever... had sex with someone in this hot tub," my son said, a devilish grin on his face.

"Oh she took it right there!" Mateo yelled.

"Straight there! No driving around nothing," Mario laughed.

All three of us except Sam took a sip.

"Hmm," he said, eying Mario, who winked at him.

"Okay, we're going clockwise. My turn," Mateo said. "Never have I ever... lived on the East Coast."

"Haha," Sam said sarcastically as he and I took a sip.

"Never have I ever... done anything with a family member," I said with a shit-eating grin.

The twins looked at me and both took a sip.

I smiled, waited a couple of seconds, and took a sip myself.

"Wait, WHAT?!" three voices exclaimed at once, as everyone's mouths dropped.

"I had a gay uncle. Stuff happened."

The twins laughed. I saw amusement in their eyes, and amazement in my son's.

"Never have I ever... wanted to have sex with someone in this hot tub," Mario said slowly, looking straight at Sam.

My son raised his glass to his lips and took a sip.

MARIO:

My brother and I did a lot of things together, including most of our modeling work. We got a ton of gigs only because we were identical twins. We knew exactly what it did to a lot of people.

One of the few times I worked by myself was when I was picked to go to Italy for a shoot. I was so happy I'd gotten the job, until I came back home and found out Mateo had met Ben during that time.

My brother and I told each other everything, and I told him just how hot his new boyfriend was, and that I was jealous. "No worries, I'm sure we can play together some time," he winked at me. And we did.

When I found out Ben had a son who was visiting, I was curious to meet him. Sam was cute, but nowhere nearly as hot as his dad. Still, he was young, and there was lots of potential there.

The game the four of us were playing in the hot tub turned stupid soon enough, as it always does, when we ran out of ideas. Just as well, because we'd run out of champagne. My brother and Ben were busy sucking faces, so I got up and offered to go get some more, when Sam stood up as well and offered to help. I didn't need much help, but I assumed he wanted to give his dad and Mateo some space. Or maybe get away from them?

"I didn't know Mateo had a twin," he said when the two of us got to the kitchen. We were still naked, dripping wet. He tried to be discreet, but I caught him stealing a glimpse of my body up and down.

"Yup. Nine minutes his senior," I said, taking out more champagne from the fridge. Instead of taking it out, I poured some in two glasses in the kitchen.

"Must've been cool growing up. I mean, with you both being gay and all."

"Yeah. Coming out was a lot easier cuz we weren't alone."

"You're lucky," he said as I passed him a glass and we both drank in silence. We looked out the window and we could see my brother and his dad really going at it in the hot tub.

"Isn't it weird for you seeing your brother... do stuff?" Sam asked.

"Not really. I mean, we grew up together, and we're twins so we've seen each other... do stuff before," I laughed.

We both took another sip.

"Is it weird for you? With your dad, I mean," I asked.

Sam took a few moments to answer.

"It feels weird because it doesn't feel weird. Does that make sense?"

I looked at him.

"Like, we're both grownups," he continued, "we're both queer, and we really get along. So it doesn't feel weird. But the fact he's my dad... I think everyone would expect it to feel weird."

I'm not sure if I'd be able to follow all that sober, but right now I was too drunk for it.

"You worry too much," I said and grabbed the bottle. "Let's go back out."

On our way out, I thought to ask one last thing.

"You never said which person in that hot tub you'd like to have sex with."

"That wasn't a part of the game," Sam winked.

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(Part 2/2)

MATEO:

It took me less than two seconds to straddle my boyfriend's lap after Mario and Sam went to the kitchen. We kissed passionately as I gripped Ben's face with both hands, and felt his fingertips run gently down my back, till he got to my ass and gave it a strong squeeze. A minute later, both of our dicks were hard.

"There you go," I heard my brother say a few minutes later, as he and Sam rejoined us and set everyone's drinks by the tub.

I didn't bother to look up, I was too engrossed in my make-out session with Ben. I was sure my brother didn't mind seeing us this way, and I figured Sam was Ben's responsibility, so I let Ben decide if we should quit what we're doing it. He showed no sign of wanting to quit either, so we kept going.

I heard Mario and Sam chat on the other side of the hot tub. I couldn't make out what they were saying, they were quiet and I was drunk and I didn't care.

I slipped my right hand in Ben's lap, reaching for his hard dick, and started jerking him off.

"Ahh, yeah," he whispered as my strokes got more and more intense.

"Yeah, you like that, papi?" I whispered naughtily in his ear.

"Yes, baby. Keep it going."

I couldn't see what Sam and Mario were doing with my back turned to them, but I noticed they'd stopped talking.

I tightened my grip around Ben's dick.

"Fuck yeah, honey," he exclaimed louder, this time more of a moan than a whisper.

While I was stroking his dick and kissing him, Ben's hands wandered to my ass again and started spreading my cheeks. I got up and put my ass in the air, flashing my hole to the boys right behind me. I couldn't tell just how close they were sitting but the hot tub wasn't so big; it must've been right in their faces. Ben continued to spread my cheeks then put his thick fingers on my hole and started teasing it.

I looked back for a second and saw my brother and Ben's son sitting side by side, looking straight at us, barely a foot or two between us. From what I could tell by the way their right arms were moving, they were both jerking themselves off under the water.

I smiled, and went back to kissing my boyfriend. He continued to play with my hole, then finally inserted a finger in it, then two, then three.

"Aaah!" it was my turn to moan loudly.

When Ben took his fingers out of my hole, I sat back down in his lap, spreading my legs wide open, pushing my hole right against his dick.

"Yeah, you want it, baby?" he asked.

"Yes, Daddy," I nodded.

"You want Daddy to fuck you right here?"

"Yes, please." I wasn't sure if we were loud enough to be heard across the hot tub, but I didn't give a shit.

"Whose pretty hole is this?" he said, smacking my asshole under the water.

"It's your hole, Daddy."

"And what do you want Daddy to do to it?"

"I want Daddy to fuck it, and cum inside it, please."

We started kissing again, even more passionately than earlier. While doing that, Ben adjusted his dick and I sat on it, relaxing my hole until he managed to get all in it.

"Aaah!" we both said out loud.

"That's a good boy," my boyfriend said stroking my hair.

I looked back again. Mario and Sam were jerking themselves off more vigorously.

"Show them what a good boy you are," Ben said.

"Yes, Daddy," I said, bouncing up and down on his dick.

"You like other people watching you get fucked?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"No matter who they are?"

"No matter," I bounced faster.

"You're a shameless slut, ain't ya? And you'll do anything Daddy tells you?"

"Yes, Daddy," I nodded and bounced simultaneously.

A few minutes later, Ben screamed out loud.

"Oh, FUCK YEAH!"

I felt his cum fill up my hole. I could tell it was a big load. He continued to moan out for a few seconds.

As soon as he pulled out, he put his hands on my ass and lifted it above the water, and spread my cheeks open.

"Now push it out," he ordered.

I looked back. My brother and Ben's son were jerking off faster and faster, and looked like they were about to cum.

I pushed, till I felt Ben's load squirt out of my hole and drip down my asscheeks and into the water.

"¡Órale, cabrones!" I could hear my brother exclaim as he started to cum under the water. Sam remained silent but I could tell by his facial expression he was cumming as well.

"Good boy," Ben smiled and kissed me, giving my ass a playful smack.

SAM:

With only a few days left before heading back to Mom's house, I needed to start packing. Dad had already gotten me a plane ticket back to Boston. Still, I sat on my bed staring at all my stuff, unwilling to start packing. This summer flew by way too quickly.

I got up to walk around the house. The door to Dad's room was open so I went in for a bit. I looked around his big comfortable bed with its designer sheets. The drawers where I knew he kept his underwear and sex toys.

I went down to the large kitchen and dining room. I remembered the party Dad threw at the beginning of summer to introduce me to his friends. With all the people that showed up the kitchen had seemed crowded, but now it felt spacious and open, the evening sun shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows and reflecting against the mostly-white furniture.

This house was such a contrast to my mom and step-dad's. That place was always cramped, most of the furniture as old as I can remember. Toys were always scattered in every room. It was cozy, and it was home, but it also felt... stifling sometimes. This place felt the opposite, so... liberating. But I don't think it was the house or furniture that made it feel that way. There must've been something else.

I walked out to the backyard, and saw Dad by the pool. I thought of the first day we met, and hanging out by the pool.

"Hey! What you doing?" he asked with a smile as soon as he saw me.

"Oh, just... reminiscing."

"Reminiscing of what?"

"Just this past summer."

Dad got up off the chaise longue and walked up to me. He was naked, as usual now, and his large dick and balls swung as he walked.

"Why don't we go to the beach?" he suggested. "Before you get too melancholy on me."

"Fine," I said and we went to get dressed.

By the time we got to the beach, the sun was starting to set. There were plenty of people around but we found a spot where we could talk in peace and sat down on the sand, facing the ocean and the sunset.

"How're you feeling?" he asked me, turning to me on his right.

"I dunno," I shrugged my shoulders. "Bummed out."

"How come?"

"It feels like we just met, and I'm already leaving. And I'm only going home for a little bit, and then it's off to college. My whole life, it's like I've only known one thing. And then I met you, and life here with you has been completely different! And I have no idea what's waiting for me at school."

"Don't worry," he hugged me, "you'll figure it out. Didn't take you long to figure stuff out here. And hey, you know you can always come back! It's only a matter of time before you do, I'm sure. We'll check with your mom, and maybe you can spend Thanksgiving or Christmas here."

"I wish I could go to a school where everyone was gay."

Dad laughed. "That's not a school, that's a bathhouse."

"I'm serious! Things were so easy here, because all the people I hung out with were gay."

"There'll be plenty of openly gay people in school. You're going to college, not the 14th century."

I knew he was right, but I didn't feel reassured.

"You know, at your age, I wasn't even out yet. Like, not even to myself. So you're way ahead of me on that one. It wasn't that long ago, but everyone around me acted like being gay was sinful. Funny," he chuckled, "I had a talk with my therapist about it once. He thinks the reason why I'm such an exhibitionist and so open sexually, is because gay sex and affection were so forbidden when I was growing up. So now that I can finally do it I wanna flaunt it, and show I'm not ashamed of it."

I looked at him and put my arm around him as well. Then I faced forward and looked at the two suns. The one in the sky and the one in the water were getting closer to each other.

"Maybe that's the worst part about being gay: there are no role models. No one to show you what's your place is in the world. It's the reason why..." he choked up. "It's the reason why I went away and left you with your mother. When I realized I was into men as well, I thought... I thought 'A queer like me ain't fit enough to raise a child. He's better off without me'..."

I felt his shoulder shake and heard him start crying at the same time. I know it's weird to admit it, but as I looked at him I thought he looked... beautiful.

"Shh, shh, come here," I pulled him in for a hug. My arms were still around him as he lay his head down on my lap. Like he was the child and I was the parent.

We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, looking at the ocean, the sound of seagulls above us. The two suns were now kissing.

"Dad, look at me," I said when he'd calmed down. He sat up and looked me in the eyes.

"I've only known you for three months," I continued, "but I promise you, and I'm not just saying this to make you feel better: you are the best dad I could've ever imagined. And so much more."

He smiled. There were tears in his eyes again, but this time I think they were tears of joy.

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Only three days to go before flying home, and I still hadn't started packing. I managed to take out my two suitcases and open them, but that was as far as I could get myself to go. Now I sat in my room again, staring at them, hoping for a distraction.

I went out to look for Dad. He wasn't in his room, and the next place I thought to check was the gym. He wasn't there either. On my way out, I noticed the door next to the gym was slightly open.

I remember the first and only time I'd tried to open that door, and it was locked. Ever since, that door's always been closed and I never thought to look what was there. I took a step forward.

"Dad?" I said out loud.

I looked at both sides of the lock and realized the door locks as soon as you shut it. I peeked in. Most of the things in the room were black, and the lighting was dim. It being in the basement there were no windows. I walked in, and waited for my eyes to adjust.

The first thing I noticed was some sort of leather sling hanging from the ceiling. There was also a single bed in the room, as well as a bench. I turned around, and noticed a huge collection of sex toys and lube bottles, all neatly displayed as if this were a department store.

I looked up at the walls. From what I could see, there was a huge TV screen on one wall. There were pictures as well, ones I could barely make out in the dark. Some of them looked homoerotic, but others were full-on graphic.

Next to the door there was an armchair and a bookshelf. It looked to be a designer chair, and knowing Dad it'd probably cost him a few grand. I looked at the books and DVDs and magazines on the shelf. It was all porn. Some of them were in French or German. Some of it was pure smut, but some of it looked very high-class and elegant. Some of the price labels were hundreds of dollars or euros.

"Oh!" I heard Dad suddenly. I must've been too mesmerized to hear him walk down the stairs. He looked surprised.

"I thought I'd closed the door," he said. "Looks like you found my playroom."

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Chapter 10: "Can We Do It in the Playroom?"

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SAM:

My father stood across from me in his sex room, wearing a pair of short white shorts so thin they were basically translucent. His dick bulged in the front.

"Looks like you found my playroom," he said casually, as if I'd found nothing more unusual than a coin collection.

"Oh, is that what you call it?" I tried to play it off casual as well, while standing next to the sex sling hanging from the ceiling.

"Yeah," he said, walking around the room and showing it off proudly. "I've known some people who have them and I always wanted one of my own. I always imagined it being very sexy but classy, you know? Not the easiest thing to achieve. I had to fly the interior designer in from London. Do you like it?"

"Well, I don't have much to compare it to. But some of these pictures on the walls are really nice. And all the subtle lighting... Yeah it's interesting."

"I usually keep it locked so people don't stumble upon it," he said, his dick flopping in his shorts as he walked around.

"Yeah, I noticed the door the first time I came down here," I said. "I just thought it was a storage room or something."

"Anyway, were you looking for me? What did you wanna say?"

I tried to think, completely blanking on what I was doing earlier.

"I've started packing," I lied. "If you see any of my stuff around the house please just bring it to my room."

"No problem," he smiled, standing by the door. His muscles were so defined he looked like he was flexing even when he wasn't.

"I'll... continue packing now," I said awkwardly and headed out.

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"Only two more days," I thought the following afternoon, finally starting to fold some of my clothes and putting them in my suitcases. I'd bought a lot of stuff here over the summer, and I just hoped it would all fit.

"Maybe I can leave some of it here," I thought, looking around the room. Was this my room now? Dad said I could always come back, but I had no idea when the next time was I'd be here.

I reached under the bed for some of the stuff that was there and then I saw it: Dad's white jockstrap that I'd been using as a jizz rag all summer. His favorite jock. Something that would always remind me of him. I put it in a separate pocket in one of the suitcases.

I packed slowly, using every distraction I could get on my phone. By the time I left the room to go down to the kitchen it was already dinner time.

The table was set with way too much food and drinks for two people. It all looked delicious and beautifully arranged; Dad clearly had it delivered again.

"Do you regret not going to college?" I asked him after we'd started eating.

"Not really. It was a different time back them. And the experiences I had when I was your age, I wouldn't change it for the world."

I could only imagine.

"You know, my parents never went to college either. So in a way, you're the first person in your family to do so, on this side."

I smiled and took a sip of my third glass of wine. I'd never thought of it that way. Of myself as a part of a whole new family.

After dinner, we were gonna watch a movie, like we did most evenings when we were home alone.

"What do you wanna see?" Dad asked, picking up his drink and heading to the living room.

"Dad? Can we do it in the playroom?" I blurted out quickly.

"Do what?"

"Watch a movie," I answered. I don't know what made me suggest it. Probably curiosity to go back down there, and bravery encouraged by the wine I'd had. "There's a large TV and a couch. Thought it might be a nice change."

"Sure," Dad chuckled. "Be right back."

I watched him walk away, unable not to stare as his ass as he walked. A couple of minutes later, he was back and handed me a key.

"I'll see you down there in a minute," he said and walked to the microwave to make popcorn.

I took my wine glass and went down to the basement. In the playroom, I fumbled until the found the light switch. I sat on the couch, waiting for Dad.

He came in a few minutes later, left the popcorn on the couch and grabbed the remote.

"What're we watching, Netflix or something from my DVD collection?" he said, pointing to the shelfful of porn on the wall.

"Are... are you serious?" I couldn't tell.

"I mean, whatever," Dad shrugged.

"You know, I've never seen a full-length porn movie, ever. Just like, bits and pieces online."

"Well then, we gotta pop your cherry," Dad said amused. "I got some artsy foreign stuff, we can have it playing in the background while we chat."

He played the DVD and came to sit next to me on the couch, on my right. The two male actors were naked from the get-go, kissing passionately on screen.

"You know, this feels awkward yet normal at the same time," I noted.

"What, watching porn with your dad?" he smiled.

"Yeah. You're... nothing like what I expected," I admitted.

"Why, what did you expect?"

"Well, you know, Mom and her husband are very... traditional, I guess. They're just like all my friends' parents I know back home. 9-to-5, two or three kids, maybe a divorce and a remarriage. You're not like that. You just... do your own thing."

"I'm not sure what to say to that," he smiled and took a sip of his drink, as one of the guys on screen started to suck the other guy's cock. "It sounds like a compliment, so I'll say 'thank you.'"

"It is a compliment. And it's made me feel more confident as well, I guess. I was worried about how I was gonna present myself in college, and now I see I can just do whatever, be my own person and not have to worry about it. Plus you were right: I feel better after working out over the summer and I'll definitely keep it going. We'll see. My goal's to steal all your followers by Christmas," I winked.

He smiled.

"I'm happy to hear that, son," he put his hand on the back of my neck and gave it a squeeze.

The couple on screen was starting to fuck. I felt my dick shift in my shorts.

"I was jealous of Mateo when I met him," I confessed. "Especially cuz he's so close to my age. I guess I just wanted all your attention."

"I was jealous of Greg too," Dad said. I looked down and noticed his dick wasn't fully soft in his shorts anymore either.

Turning to the TV, I put my hand on my crotch. I gave it a squeeze, which felt amazing.

I glimpsed on my right, and my father was doing the same.

"You know, I saw you fuck Mateo the night of the party," I laughed.

"I know," I was shocked to hear Dad say.

"You do?!"

We were both rubbing our dicks through our shorts more vigorously.

"Well, I suspected it. Then when I saw your cum on the stairs I was fairly certain," he winked at me.

We watched the movie for a couple of minutes. I was fully hard by now, my erection painful in the restraint of my shorts.

Dad casually pulled up his T-shirt, then got up for a second to pull down his shorts. He was now fully naked, and spit on his hand before continuing to jack off, his dick fully hard as well.

I swallowed spit and followed him in taking my clothes off.

The couple was fucking faster and louder. Dad spread his legs as he gently pulled on his ball sac, his bare leg bumping into mine.

"When Mateo said you might wake me up while you were fucking him," I said while we both stroked our cocks, "and you said you didn't care... that turned me on."

"Oh, yeah?" Dad said in a deep tone I hadn't quite heard from him before.

"I guess it's your shamelessness that's kinda... hot," I continued to jack off faster, pushing my leg further onto his.

He didn't say anything, but I could now hear the sounds of both of us jerking off on the couch even through the bottom's loud screams on screen.

"Have you ever done porn?" I asked my model dad. Guess it wouldn't be unheard of. It might explain some of the money he had made.

"Nah, never. Just private movies I recorded for myself," he answered with a casual voice again, like we were just having a normal chat.

I turned my head back to the TV.

"Would you like to watch one?" I heard, and turned to look at Dad, feeling confused. "One of my private movies?"

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Chapter 10: "Can We Do It in the Playroom?"

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SAM:

My father stood across from me in his sex room, wearing a pair of short white shorts so thin they were basically translucent. His dick bulged in the front.

"Looks like you found my playroom," he said casually, as if I'd found nothing more unusual than a coin collection.

"Oh, is that what you call it?" I tried to play it off casual as well, while standing next to the sex sling hanging from the ceiling.

"Yeah," he said, walking around the room and showing it off proudly. "I've known some people who have them and I always wanted one of my own. I always imagined it being very sexy but classy, you know? Not the easiest thing to achieve. I had to fly the interior designer in from London. Do you like it?"

"Well, I don't have much to compare it to. But some of these pictures on the walls are really nice. And all the subtle lighting... Yeah it's interesting."

"I usually keep it locked so people don't stumble upon it," he said, his dick flopping in his shorts as he walked around.

"Yeah, I noticed the door the first time I came down here," I said. "I just thought it was a storage room or something."

"Anyway, were you looking for me? What did you wanna say?"

I tried to think, completely blanking on what I was doing earlier.

"I've started packing," I lied. "If you see any of my stuff around the house please just bring it to my room."

"No problem," he smiled, standing by the door. His muscles were so defined he looked like he was flexing even when he wasn't.

"I'll... continue packing now," I said awkwardly and headed out.

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"Only two more days," I thought the following afternoon, finally starting to fold some of my clothes and putting them in my suitcases. I'd bought a lot of stuff here over the summer, and I just hoped it would all fit.

"Maybe I can leave some of it here," I thought, looking around the room. Was this my room now? Dad said I could always come back, but I had no idea when the next time was I'd be here.

I reached under the bed for some of the stuff that was there and then I saw it: Dad's white jockstrap that I'd been using as a jizz rag all summer. His favorite jock. Something that would always remind me of him. I put it in a separate pocket in one of the suitcases.

I packed slowly, using every distraction I could get on my phone. By the time I left the room to go down to the kitchen it was already dinner time.

The table was set with way too much food and drinks for two people. It all looked delicious and beautifully arranged; Dad clearly had it delivered again.

"Do you regret not going to college?" I asked him after we'd started eating.

"Not really. It was a different time back them. And the experiences I had when I was your age, I wouldn't change it for the world."

I could only imagine.

"You know, my parents never went to college either. So in a way, you're the first person in your family to do so, on this side."

I smiled and took a sip of my third glass of wine. I'd never thought of it that way. Of myself as a part of a whole new family.

After dinner, we were gonna watch a movie, like we did most evenings when we were home alone.

"What do you wanna see?" Dad asked, picking up his drink and heading to the living room.

"Dad? Can we do it in the playroom?" I blurted out quickly.

"Do what?"

"Watch a movie," I answered. I don't know what made me suggest it. Probably curiosity to go back down there, and bravery encouraged by the wine I'd had. "There's a large TV and a couch. Thought it might be a nice change."

"Sure," Dad chuckled. "Be right back."

I watched him walk away, unable not to stare as his ass as he walked. A couple of minutes later, he was back and handed me a key.

"I'll see you down there in a minute," he said and walked to the microwave to make popcorn.

I took my wine glass and went down to the basement. In the playroom, I fumbled until the found the light switch. I sat on the couch, waiting for Dad.

He came in a few minutes later, left the popcorn on the couch and grabbed the remote.

"What're we watching, Netflix or something from my DVD collection?" he said, pointing to the shelfful of porn on the wall.

"Are... are you serious?" I couldn't tell.

"I mean, whatever," Dad shrugged.

"You know, I've never seen a full-length porn movie, ever. Just like, bits and pieces online."

"Well then, we gotta pop your cherry," Dad said amused. "I got some artsy foreign stuff, we can have it playing in the background while we chat."

He played the DVD and came to sit next to me on the couch, on my right. The two male actors were naked from the get-go, kissing passionately on screen.

"You know, this feels awkward yet normal at the same time," I noted.

"What, watching porn with your dad?" he smiled.

"Yeah. You're... nothing like what I expected," I admitted.

"Why, what did you expect?"

"Well, you know, Mom and her husband are very... traditional, I guess. They're just like all my friends' parents I know back home. 9-to-5, two or three kids, maybe a divorce and a remarriage. You're not like that. You just... do your own thing."

"I'm not sure what to say to that," he smiled and took a sip of his drink, as one of the guys on screen started to suck the other guy's cock. "It sounds like a compliment, so I'll say 'thank you.'"

"It is a compliment. And it's made me feel more confident as well, I guess. I was worried about how I was gonna present myself in college, and now I see I can just do whatever, be my own person and not have to worry about it. Plus you were right: I feel better after working out over the summer and I'll definitely keep it going. We'll see. My goal's to steal all your followers by Christmas," I winked.

He smiled.

"I'm happy to hear that, son," he put his hand on the back of my neck and gave it a squeeze.

The couple on screen was starting to fuck. I felt my dick shift in my shorts.

"I was jealous of Mateo when I met him," I confessed. "Especially cuz he's so close to my age. I guess I just wanted all your attention."

"I was jealous of Greg too," Dad said. I looked down and noticed his dick wasn't fully soft in his shorts anymore either.

Turning to the TV, I put my hand on my crotch. I gave it a squeeze, which felt amazing.

I glimpsed on my right, and my father was doing the same.

"You know, I saw you fuck Mateo the night of the party," I laughed.

"I know," I was shocked to hear Dad say.

"You do?!"

We were both rubbing our dicks through our shorts more vigorously.

"Well, I suspected it. Then when I saw your cum on the stairs I was fairly certain," he winked at me.

We watched the movie for a couple of minutes. I was fully hard by now, my erection painful in the restraint of my shorts.

Dad casually pulled up his T-shirt, then got up for a second to pull down his shorts. He was now fully naked, and spit on his hand before continuing to jack off, his dick fully hard as well.

I swallowed spit and followed him in taking my clothes off.

The couple was fucking faster and louder. Dad spread his legs as he gently pulled on his ball sac, his bare leg bumping into mine.

"When Mateo said you might wake me up while you were fucking him," I said while we both stroked our cocks, "and you said you didn't care... that turned me on."

"Oh, yeah?" Dad said in a deep tone I hadn't quite heard from him before.

"I guess it's your shamelessness that's kinda... hot," I continued to jack off faster, pushing my leg further onto his.

He didn't say anything, but I could now hear the sounds of both of us jerking off on the couch even through the bottom's loud screams on screen.

"Have you ever done porn?" I asked my model dad. Guess it wouldn't be unheard of. It might explain some of the money he had made.

"Nah, never. Just private movies I recorded for myself," he answered with a casual voice again, like we were just having a normal chat.

I turned my head back to the TV.

"Would you like to watch one?" I heard, and turned to look at Dad, feeling confused. "One of my private movies?"

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Chapter 11: "Can We Do It in the Playroom? Pt. II" (Part 1/2)

BEN:

"You're... nothing like what I expected."

It felt good to hear my son say that to me. I wasn't sure what he meant by that, and maybe neither did he, but it made me feel special.

I was fully aware I wasn't a "typical dad." Mostly because I hadn't been much of a dad for the past 18 years since I became one. But also because of the job I did and the people I surrounded myself with. I moved in extremely sex-positive circles. And my son was an adult now. So having him learn about the fact I had a playroom or that I liked watching porn... It just didn't feel like a big deal to me.

As nice as this summer was, it was about to be over. Sam was leaving in just two days. The plan was to have a chat and watch a movie, and since he wanted to do it in the playroom I picked a porn to play in the background. But as much as we tried to pretend that it didn't affect us, it didn't take long for me to notice my son's dick was hard under his shorts. Catching glimpses of the two hot guys fucking on screen, I started to get hard as well.

Sam and I confessed the jealousy each of us felt seeing each other with another man. It felt good to admit my envy of Greg, both to Sam and to myself out loud.

The action was getting hotter, both on screen and in person. My son and I were now watching the movie, stroking our dicks through our shorts, not saying anything about it. Doing it this way felt uncomfortable, so I quickly took my clothes off. A few seconds later, my son did the same.

I was now fully immersed in the movie. I was too horny to think about anything else. My cock was fully hard and I spit on my hand and started stroking it faster. The fact my son was sitting right next to me didn't matter. He was doing the same, enjoying himself. Even though he said he'd never watched a full professional porn movie before, I'm sure the boy had seen lots of stuff on the Internet and jerked his dick to it until he cums.

I was getting into it, pulling on my balls and spreading my legs, bumping into Sam's hairy legs right next to me. He pushed his leg against mine. I found the boyish playfulness of that act very cute.

"Have you ever done porn?" he asked me while we both stroked our cocks.

"Nah, never. Just private movies I recorded for myself," I answered. "Would you like to watch one?"

Sam was taken aback, but I'd figured what the fuck. I liked being watched, and the boy was obviously curious.

"Sure," he said.

I got up off the couch and walked back to the shelf full of DVDs. My erection bobbed up and down as I walked and I noticed Sam looking at it.

I picked a video that was almost ten years old that I had on DVD. I took out the movie that was playing and put the new disk in. On the blank TV screen, I could see my son's reflection, staring at my bare ass right in front of him. Bending down to put the DVD in, I made sure to give him a good view.

I turned around to sit back down next to Sam. He was still stroking his dick, pumping up and down slowly, waiting for the video to start. I noticed the precum dripping down his shaft. I sat down and pressed play on the remote.

The action started in medias res. "Oké," a male voice behind the camera said as it started rolling. On the bed in front of it, I was already savagely making out with a beautiful young blonde in nothing but black lingerie.

"Damn," I heard my son say from my left, sounding mesmerized. "How old were you there?"

"Bout 26 or so." I realized the me-on-screen is closer to Sam's age than to my age now. "In Amsterdam, with a couple I met there."

My son and I both stroked our dicks as we watched me pull down the blonde's bra and suck on her tits.

"Fuck, I looked good back then," I admired myself. I was a bit skinnier than I was now (that's what used to sell back then) but my youthful body was in amazing shape, my career at its peak. The girl, though not a professional model herself, looked just as good. Her lingerie and the black boxer briefs I had on did a great job at showing off our bodies, yet teasingly hiding the best parts.

"Aww. You look even better now, Dad," Sam said and squeezed the back of my neck reassuringly. His hand was warm and wet with precum; it was the same hand he'd been stroking his dick with.

"Thanks, Son." I smiled and gave his right thigh a squeeze with my left hand.

On screen, the male figure appeared from behind the camera. He was extremely tall, even taller than me; and blond just like his wife. The two looked so much alike they could pass for siblings.

The man walked to the bed, gave his wife's ass a squeeze, then lay back and made himself comfortable, watching the two of us go at it. His huge erection was clearly visible, leaving a precum stain on the white boxer briefs he was wearing. He rubbed his dick and licked his lips, as he watched me put my fingers in his wife's panties and start fingering her. A short while later, she pulled down my underwear and started sucking my cock.

"Damn, Dad," my son said from the couch. "See this is why I don't watch professional porn. This shit's so much better!"

I laughed. I reached for the drawer next to me and pulled out a bottle of high-quality lube.

"Want some?"

"Yes, thanks," Sam reached out with his hand and I squirted lube in it, then watched him apply it on his cock. I got some for myself as well, then turned back to the TV.

The blonde was now sucking my dick more and more vigorously, deepthroating it like a pro.

"You can go harder," came accented instructions for me from her husband. "She likes it."

"Oh, yeah?" 26-year-old me asked looking down, and the blonde gave a nod while still sucking my dick. I then gripped her hair tighter and started pulling it, pushing her face in my crotch, making her choke on my dick.

"Holy shit, Dad."

This wasn't anything extreme by my standards, but I wasn't sure if my son had been exposed to stuff like this yet. Either way, he didn't seem to lose his hardon at all; if anything, he was just jacking off faster.

There wasn't a lot of talking on the couch for a while, just the sounds of us stroking our dicks, louder now that we were using lube. Our legs kept bumping into each other and neither my son nor I tried to prevent it. On the contrary, it felt like such a bonding moment, having some body contact during all this.

We watched the girl expertly suck my cock then take her panties off as I started to fuck her. By this point her husband and I had both taken our underwear off. He stroked his huge uncut dick as he watched me fuck her, and he pinched her tits and kissed her. A while later, I pulled out and she lay on top of him, taking his dick in her pussy. I came on top, and stuck my cock in her ass.

"Fuuuck!!" My son screamed so loudly I looked to see if he was cumming. There was a lot of precum and lube everywhere, but no cum. He was just really excited.

It was difficult to see the three of us fucking on camera now. There were no clear closeup shots, but the positions we were in made it obvious what was going on. We continued for almost half an hour, until the woman, getting fucked from both ends, started screaming in pleasure.

"Fuck," said Sam. "Did she just cum?"

"Yup," I smirked and my son and I made eye contact, still beating off.

A couple of minutes later, the three of us on screen started shifting positions. The girl lay down to catch her breath, then gave her husband then me a kiss. She stroked my dick as we kissed, then guided it to her husband's ass.

"Fuck him," she said, barely audible for the camera.

At the corner of my eye, I saw my son's eyes get wider as he stared incredulously at the TV.

The man and I got in position and I started fucking him doggy style. His wife gave his ass a few smacks, then went over to the front to kiss him, pulling his shiny blond hair and making his back arch.

Sam was now stroking his dick faster, watching me fuck the tall man's ass while kissing his wife. She smacked his ass again then reached down and started to milk his cock as he was being fucked. Noticing Sam's strokes get faster, I intensified mine as well.

"Watch this now," I said. I hadn't seen this video in years, but I knew what was coming.

A few minutes later, the man and I started grunting and moaning out loud as we both started cumming. I bust my load in his ass while he shot all over the sheets, milked by his wife.

"Fuck, Dad!!" Sam yelled and I could tell he was about to cum as well. He lifted his ass off the couch and he stroked his dick faster and faster. After an hour of edging, he was finally about to cum! I went faster and I was about to cum any second as well.

26-year-old me was still moaning on screen, filling the man's insides with jizz. Sam's eyes glued to the screen, he started shooting his load: big spurts of it spraying out like a fountain, landing all over the couch, his body, and my own.

As I felt the warm spurts of my his cum hit my skin, I started to cum as well. My load shot out everywhere as well. It was almost like a competition who can cum higher. Finally my jizz shot back down on the two of us as we grunted in pleasure.

After what seemed like a full minute of spurting cum everywhere, Sam's ass fell back on the couch. We both tilted our heads back and closed our eyes, breathing fast. I put my cum-stained arm around my son, and we rested like that for a while.

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(Part 2/2)

SAM:

I woke up in the morning feeling happy, sad, and horny all at the same time. This time tomorrow I'd be heading to the airport, leaving LA and going back to Massachusetts to spend some time with my mom before starting school in Boston. My dad, who I'd just met, would be thousands of miles away again.

I didn't have much of a chance to think about all that too much though, cuz I'd woken up with a raging hardon. I wrapped my hand around it, then let it go down to my balls. I closed my eyes as my hand pressed against the area behind my balls, remembering Dad's hand there yesterday.

"Fuck," I said out loud, thinking back of what had happened. I was so turned out I could probably cum in seconds right now, but I stopped myself.

I forced myself to get out of bed and go brush my teeth, by which point my dick finally started to go down so I could take a piss.

I threw some clothes on and went downstairs. Dad was sitting in the backyard. The morning was still a bit chilly so he had on a white dressing robe. He looked serene as he sipped his espresso, looking out at the beautiful view from his yard. I looked at him for a couple of minutes, smiling. It was an even more beautiful view.

"Morning, Dad," I joined him at the table, helping myself to a waffle.

"Good morning," he smiled back.

"You're up early. Did you go to the gym?"

"No, I was up talking on the phone."

"Everything okay?" Now that I was sitting next to him, I noticed he looked a bit... off.

"Everything's fine," he put down his coffee cup. "Mateo and I broke up," he added a couple of seconds later, looking out into the yard again.

"Oh wow." I didn't know what else to say. I wondered what the reason was. Could it be... Could it be what happened between Dad and me last night?! Mateo hardly seemed like the most conservative person, but his boyfriend telling him he just jerked off with his own son might be a bit too much even for him. Was this all my fault?

"So... what happened?" I tried to ask casually.

"He and Mario finally decided to move to West Hollywood," he said of Mateo and his twin brother. "They paid the security deposit this morning."

"Okay. But isn't WeHo just like a two-hour drive from here? You guys can still make it work."

"It's not about the distance. I know exactly what's gonna happen after they move. Their whole lifestyle's gonna change. It'll be just like when I was in New York at that age. I speak from experience."

I listened, not saying anything.

"I'm too old for that, Sam," Dad looked at me. "Or maybe I'm not, I just don't want it anymore. The drugs, and the clubs, and the 'networking.' It gets old after a while."

"So what're you gonna do instead, get married and have kids?" I tried to strike up a more lighthearted conversation again.

"Nah, I'm not in a rush to get married. Besides, I already have a kid."

He reached for my hand across the table and gently took it in his, then gave it a squeeze. We sat there, holding hands and smiling at each other and I felt better and more loved than I ever have before.

"Okay, sun's finally out," he said after a couple of minutes, and he was right. The temperature seemed to have gone up 15 degrees in 15 minutes.

He stood up and untied his robe as he walked toward the pool. He let it fall down behind him, exposing his muscular back and his amazing bubble butt. I watched him as he seemed to walk in slo-mo. The view of his ass and his big thighs made me salivate. I remembered getting a glimpse of his hole yesterday when he bent down.

Images of him fucking that man on camera flashed through my mind. My one resolution before starting college was to get properly fucked by someone, and so far it still hadn't happened. I knew my chances weren't too good once I go back to my mother's house. And it was my last day here.

I watched my model dad as he got to the pool. He turned around to smile at me before jumping in. His big, beautiful cock swung left to right as he did so.

Unfortunately, I cannot upload the series finale here. You can access it here, and instead I'll leave you with two illustrations of Ben and Sam. Enjoy,

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Awesome story!

 

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That was a fantastic story! Thank you!!

 

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And as a friend just pointed out to me, sometimes you have to wiggle your ankle around a bit.

 

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Wow just read the finally!!!!
So good

 

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So fucking hot....