Jake was twenty-two and home from college for the summer when it finally happened. I came home late from work and found him in the den, pants around his ankles, fist pumping his thick cock while a video of two guys fucking played on the TV. He didn't even try to hide it.
"Shit, Dad," he said, voice low and rough. "You caught me."
I should have walked away. Instead I shut the door and locked it. My own dick was already hard in my jeans. "Keep going," I told him. "Let me see how you stroke that thing."
He didn't hesitate.
He spread his legs wider on the couch and worked his shaft slow and hard, eyes locked on mine. "You like watching your son jerk off?"
"Fuck yeah I do." I unzipped and pulled my cock out. It was bigger than his, veiny and leaking. "Suck it."
Jake dropped to his knees right there on the carpet. His mouth was hot and wet and eager. He took me deep on the first try, gagging a little but not stopping. I grabbed his hair and fucked his throat, listening to the wet sounds he made. "That's it, boy. Suck Daddy's dick like you mean it."
He moaned around my shaft and reached down to stroke himself again. Spit ran down his chin. When I pulled out he looked up, eyes glassy. "Fuck me, Dad. I've wanted it for years."
I bent him over the arm of the couch. His ass was smooth and tight. I spit on his hole and rubbed the head of my cock against it. "You want this raw?"
"God yes. Breed me."
I pushed in slow at first, then slammed the rest of the way when his ass opened up. Jake grunted and pushed back, taking every inch. I gripped his hips and started pounding him hard, the couch creaking under us. Skin slapped skin. He reached back and spread his cheeks so I could go deeper.
"Harder," he begged. "Fuck your son's ass."
I gave it to him. Deep, rough strokes that made him whimper and leak onto the floor. I reached around and jerked his cock while I fucked him. He came first, shooting thick ropes across the couch cushion, his hole clenching tight around me. That pushed me over. I buried myself to the balls and unloaded, flooding his guts with hot cum.
We stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard. When I pulled out, my load leaked down his thighs. Jake turned around, dropped to his knees again, and licked me clean, sucking the last drops from my softening cock.
"Next time," he said, wiping his mouth, "I want you to fuck me in your bed."
I pulled him up and kissed him hard, tasting myself on his tongue. "Tomorrow night. And you're sleeping in there with me from now on."
He grinned, dirty and satisfied. "Yes, Daddy."
