Date: Mon, 24 Oct 2016 15:58:20 +0300
From: Nick Pecman <nick.pecman@gmail.com>
Subject: At The Movies With My Son

DISCLAIMER: This story is completely fictional and aimed only at
entertainment purposes. Any similarities to real life people or characters
is coincidental. If you have trouble seperating real life from fantasy or
you are offended by such themes, stop reading now.

To the readers,

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AT THE MOVIES WITH MY SON

by Nick Pecman

Ever since my son had gone to college I hadn't been seeing him so often. So
whenever he would come home we would try to spend quality time together to
catch up.

Now my son had turned 20 and he had started to muscle up a lot and look
like a real man. I was so proud of him. This last time he came to visit he
looked really different. He had put on so much mass and he told me he was
heading to become an actual bodybuilder, model and compete and even start
his own web chanel of fitness and workout.

I was not very fond of the idea of my son exposing himself like this, using
his body to go ahead in life, but he seemed really into it so I started to
reconsider.

This time he came to visit we decided to go to the movies. My son had
picked the movie. There was this local theatre that played cult classics so
he decided that we go see "Showgirls". It was a Monday so there weren't so
many people out. But this was about me and my son so it didn't matter to
me.

My son, Robbie, wore a super tight cotton sweater. He looked extremely buff
in it. The one part of him that really stood out in it were his pecs. The
fabric seemed to really hug around them and accentuate them. I felt it was
slightly inappropriate but I realized that Robbie would want to showcase
his body from now on at all places and all times so it made sense.

We went to the theatre and sat in the middle row. There were only three
other people in the room. All men in their 40s-50s. That made me think this
movie may not have been a smart choice, but quality time with my son is
appreciated any way.

The movie had been playing for a while. Robbie seemed really into
it. Commenting on the hot girls silently. Smirking most of the time. I
wasn't really paying attention at the movie, just focusing on him and
enjoying our time together.

Then I noticed that one of the men had moved. He was now sitting right
behind Robbie's seat. It felt a little weird. The whole room empty and he
chose to sit behind my son, who was rather tall as well as buff. But I let
it go.

After a few minutes I also noticed that the second man had also switched
seats and had come to our row, two seats away from my son. That felt even
weirder. I gave the man a few looks but he seemed to be watching the movie
so I also let it go.

In the meantime, Robbie didn't seem to be aware about any of this. He just
continued to watch the movie smirking and giggling.

Then I saw the third man with the corner of my eye, sitting behind me,
right next to the other man. Now I started to feel a little threatened. I
also began to wonder if we may have entered the wrong type of theatre.

I saw Robbie's careless face and I reassured myself that nothing was wrong.

But then...

The man on our row had moved on the seat right next to Robbie's. I freaked
out and gave him an angry stare. The man looked at me and didn't react at
all. I also noticed that Robbie didn't seem to react to anything that was
going on.

I seemed to be the only one noticing something other than the movie.

And then things started to really freak me out.

The man next to Robbie actually placed his hand onto my son's
chest. Crazy. And what was even crazier is that Robbie still didn't notice.

I was just sitting there in a complete state of shock, as the man who was
about my age, had started to actually fondle my son's right pec. I observed
speechless as his hand caressed the soft fabric and the big beefy muscle
underneath.

His fingers started squeezing occassionally on the meaty mass. I also
noticed soon that my son's nipples had become visible under his shirt. That
meant that he was getting aroused. He must have been noticing this. But his
face was telling me otherwise. He was still watching the movie with the
same expression.

Then a second hand appeared next to me, and placed itself on Robbie's left
pec. The man behind him had leaned forward on my son's seat and put his arm
inbetween my seat and his. He started fondling my son's muscle like the
other man had been doing.

I couldn't believe what was happening. Why didn't Robbie react to any of
this?

Then I felt the third man coming near me on my other side. He whispered in
my ear.

"That's a really lovely boy you brought here. You don't mind sharing do
ya?" he sounded so confident and casual.

I was left speechless and just kept observing as the hands were groping my
own son right next to me.

Then Robbie let out a soft moan. That made it clear to me that he must have
been aware of what was happening. For some reason though he chose to ignore
it.

The two men next to him and behind him started pulling on the soft cotton
fabric, lifting up from his torso. I shook my head in denial but couldn't
seem to move or speak.

The tight fabric started peeling off my son's muscled body. His abs being
revealed pair by pair. Then the hands needed to pull a little harder to
push the fabric over the huge pecs. That made his pecs jiggle back down in
their place once they got released.  I have to say that was slightly
arousing. Seeing his enormous chest being exposed like this, popping into
plain sight, getting stripped by strangers'hands.

His nipples looked hard and aroused. The hands continued their caressing
and fondling, now giving his nipples pinches every now and then.

Robbie's moans started increasing in frequency but he was still keeping
rather quiet and focused on the movie.

My mind started forgetting about the place and the situation and I just
started focusing on my son's muscled body. He was really huge. His chest
was like two small round mountains on his torso. Their separation from his
abs was really remarkable. They almost seemed like titties, especially the
way those men (my age) were groping them.

I got lost in those thoughts and I almost didn't see that the man in the
seat next to Robbie had taken his dick out. He was already fully hard. And
now he had grapped my son's wrist and was guiding his hand onto his big
cock.

My eyes opened wide at that sight, but still no reaction came from my
part. Mostly because I saw that Robbie went along completely and started
jerking the man off slowly.

Then in shock I noticed a second cock near my face. The third man who had
whispered in my ear before, had stood up and pulled his dick out between me
and my son. The dick stood there hard like a rock.

The man behind Robbie took hold of my son's free hand and lead it to that
new cock that had popped up. Robbie started jerking off that cock as well.

So now I was observing as my son was watching the movie and was jerking off
two middle-aged men, while they both had a hand on his chest and were
joined by a third man in the muscle-fondling action.

Robbie's moans were taking over.

He turned to me. But he didn't look at me. He look at the cock he was
jerking in front of my face.

And then he leaned in and took it in his mouth.

He started sucking that cock like an experienced whore. Taking the shaft
deep in his mouth.

I started losing touch. With myself. I just got so aroused at that
cock-sucking action that nothing else seemed to matter.

And then Robbie's eyes fixated on mine.

He just kept sucking on that cock while he stared at me. Deep into me. And
all I could think of was that he was so fucking good at this. He knew what
he was doing from the very beginning.

He had lead me to this movie theatre on purpose. He knew what was going to
happen. He wanted all of this.

And then I felt conflicted. He was my son. My proud first-born. But he was
a whore. A slut. A cheap trump who was getting off by letting older men
like me molest him. He was loving it. Being cheap.

That's why he chose this path. To work on his body so hard. To make a
business out of it. Because he loved having his body used like this. Like a
cheap fucking whore.

I was thinking about all this as I stared deep in his eyes. I felt
something building up inside me. Something hot. Raging hot.  Like a
combination of fury and lust.

I took my eyes off his. I saw the man next to him had leaned down on his
chest and was suckling on his large nipples like a baby.  So thirsty, so
horny. And my son was still jacking his cock off.

He also was still sucking off the man behind me. That bastard had now place
his hands on Robbie's head and was pushing it further down his
dick. Mouth-fucking him.

The other man on the seat behind Robbie had laid back and was jerking
himself off, watching the hot scene in front of him.

I found myself heading that direction as well. My hands started undoing my
pants and I felt that my cock was throbbing hard in my underwear.

I released it. It popped out roughly and stood up like a pillar. I have a
very thick solid cock.

I started jerking it slowly while still watching my son getting headfucked
and nursed on.

It was making me mad. Such a slut he was. I had made him. I had raised him
up. How could he be doing this? How could he whore himself out like this?
How dared he? He was making me so fucking horny. Hornier than I must have
ever been. That was so shameful. How could he humiliate me like this? His
own father. He should respect me. Not expose me like I'm a horny old creep.

I found myself jerking my cock harder. And breathing faster. Furiously.

I kept watching as the man nursing on my Robbie's tits was making
slobbering noises and covering them up in his saliva. I watched as my son
was deepthroating that cocky bastard's dick. That asshole was even making
growling noises now. Enjoying himself as he violated the young man's
mouth. My son's mouth.

The man sitting back had also gotten up from his sit. He stood on Robbie's
right side, between his seat and the nipple-sucker's seat. He was still
jerking his cock and he was putting it near Robbie's face.

"Come on, get on this one" he order my son.

The man who had been facefucking Robbie, let go of his grip on his hair and
Robbie released the dick from his mouth. I was still furiously beating my
own meat.

The other standing man grabbed Robbie's hair now and lead him to his own
throbbing cock.

But I didn't feel like it.

I moved faster than him and placed my hand on my son's head before he could
finish his action.

I forcefully pulled him in and pushed him down on my dick. And then I
fucking speared his mouth with thick cock.

I pushed hard on the back of his head to make him go all the way down.

Robbie choked.

"Shit man" said the man who I had stolen Robbie's mouth from.

I used both my hands to hold my son's head down. While my cock pulsated all
the way in his mouth. Robbie kept on making gagging noises.

"Fuck man, you're rough" said the cocky man behind me.

"Yeah... yeah..." I growled, "fuck yeah, this whore likes it rough, huh?
Isn't that right, son? That's what you want!"

I said while I started to bob my son's head up and down my shaft,
completely using it under my control. I used him like a fucking blow-up
doll.

Robbie just made gagging noises, without putting any other effort
whatsoever.

The man next to Robbie who had been suckling his pecs was now left with no
action. Well as the other two were as well.  But he was then one looking
jealously. So he tried to continued copping my son's pecs even in that
position I had just put him.

"Fuck he does love it" said the cocky one behind me.

"Come on, man, let us have some" the second standing man whined.

I looked at him furiously, never stopping ramming my son's mouth.

"I'll do whatever the fuck I want. I fucking made him" I growled at him.

The men then all looked shocked.

"Shit man, is he really your son?" said the cocky one.

I let out an evil laugh.

"Oh he is alright... but right now he's just my whore" I said lustfully.

"Fuck, he's sucking your dick" said the other standing man. "He's sucking
his father's dick"

He looked at the other man for confirmation. The other bastard smirked.

"Yeah he is. Fucking hot. He's sucking the dick that created him" he said
lustfully.

"Fuck man, you should feed him your seed" the other one said to me.

"Fuck yes! Feed him your cum, man. Feed him the seed that he came from"
said the cocky one.

I was so lost in lust, and those words were really driving me off the
edge. I was losing it. I was impaling my son's throat and I was losing it
completely.

"He's my own. Fuck, he's my own seed. He thinks he can disrespect me? Whore
himself out like this? Fucking slut. Sluf of a son. If you wanna be a slut,
then I'll treat you like one" I was grunting the entire time.

The man next to Robbie, still behaving like a baby he kept fondling his
pecs, not commenting on anything else that was happening. I stared at him
and he looked at me kind of scared.

"Some tits he has, huh?" I asked him.

He nodded. Then I smirked.

"Fucking bitch tits! Bigger than his mother's even!" I said.

The poor man just gave me a cowardly smile and just kept on groping as much
as he could.

"Wanna titty-fuck him?" I asked him provocatively.

He looked shocked and excited. He nodded rapidly.

I grabbed my son tight by the hair and lifted him up my cock. The two
standing men helped get his tight cotton shirt off completely lifting
Robbie's arms up. I tossed the shirt away.

The man on the seat next to Robbie stood up impatiently. He had already
stuck his dick out from before. He grabbed the two pecs and pushed them
together excitedly. He was making anxious moans. He seemed to be the oldest
one of us, yet he acted like a total baby.

Robbie was lost. He was looking around not actually watching anything. He
was letting out soft moans. Damn I really must have fucked his brains when
I was jamming my dick up his throat.

The horny old man put his dick between Robbie's pecs and started going up
and down rapidly and going crazy with silly moans. He was fondling the two
muscle-tits the same time, creating a deeper cleavage. He was titty-fucking
him.

"Fuck yes. He wanted to have tits, so let him use them" I said.

The other two man stood beside Robbie's face and had him take turns sucking
them off.

"Fuck man, your son is so hot! And it's so hotter that you enjoy this" the
cocky one said.

I smirked as I stroked my dick. I stood up too now and watched from a
better angle.

My son was having a hard time keeping up with sucking two dicks, but he
just let the two men take control, switching his head from cock to cock,
without him putting any effort, just keeping his slutty mouth open.

The horny old man who was titty-fucking him, let out a couple of loud
moans. Then he jizzed all over my son. It was so much that it got on his
chin and then spilled down his massive chest.

The old man took a few deep breathes. He caught his breath back. Then he
put his dick back in his pants and then without saying a word he walked
away and out of the theatre.

The other two men soon started moaning as well. Still switching their dicks
into Robbie's mouth.

Then the one on Robbie's right side, jerked his cock with fury and he
started cumming as well. All over Robbie's face and chest.

The cocky one started forcefucking Robbie's mouth once again, this time
groaning loudly. Then he suddenly pulled out and shot his load. Covered my
son's face in white cream. Once again the load was so much that it spilled
down on the young man's chest.

The two men gasped and regained breath too.

"Thanks, man. This was fucking hot. Way hotter than most things we do here"
the cocky one told me.

I nodded. They both smirked at me. Then they too put their dicks back in
their pants and left the theatre.

I stood there jerking my prick and stared at cum-covered son-slut. He was
breathing heavily.

I walked right in front of him.

"Spread it all over" I order.

He tried to look at me through the cum covering his face. Then he proceeded
to doing what I ordered.

He started feeling himself up, spreading the cum that had jizzed on him all
over his muscled body. He moaned.

He felt up his huge pecs and squeezed them. He spread the cum on his beefy
arms and shoulders. He wiped it off his face and spread it on his abs.

He kept going feeling himself up and I kept watching.

"You love this, huh? You fucking whore. You enjoy being a piece of
meat. You can't get enough of it"

My son moaned loudly at my words and stared at me.

"Take your pants off" I ordered next.

He kept staring at me as he obeyed. He took off his pants and
underwear. Even his shoes.

Then my son just stood there naked. Completely naked in the theatre, right
in front of me. Exposing his perfect physique. And his rock hard cock.

"Bend over the chair" I told him while still jerking my meat.

He obeyed and turned his back to me, then bended over the chair, pushing
his bubbly ass towards me.

I wasted no time and shoved my dick in there. Inside the juicy muscled
pussy-hole. I went all the way in and Robbie moaned loudly in pain and
lust. I leaned on him and grabbed him hard by the tits.

"I'm going to fucking breed you now" I said and started plowing his ass
with my fat cock.

Robbie was moaning loudly, still having pain to adjust.

I kept fucking him good without stopping or thinking about him or anything
else. I didn't notice that the theatre guy who had let us in the room was
standing a few feet away watching and jerking his own cock.

Once I saw him he walked towards Robbie from the row behind our seats. He
didn't say a word. He just grabbed my son's head and lead it to his cock.

Robbie didn't protest at all. He let him shove his cock in his mouth and
shut him up. He kept on making gagged moans but he couldn't be heard a lot
now.

The theatre guy was groaning as he fucked my son's throat. There we were
both grunting hard as we spitroasted my boy.  My fucking cum-dumpster.

The man started making higher pitched moans soon and he dispensed his load
inside Robbie's mouth.

He waited with his cock in there till Robbie had swallowed good and then
pulled out and walked away as silently as he had come.

I couldn't take it for much longer. All of this was way too much. And the
only reason I kept holding on was because I had no idea what else could
happen. But this was it. I had to burst.

"Fucking slut, you made me so horny. I'm gonna fucking cum" I grunted.

"Give it to me, daddy" he said lustfully.

That sent me off the edge with full speed and I spilled all the content of
my balls right in his asshole. Breeding him.  Filling him up with the
seed. The sperm that had created him.

I let out a long continuous groan as I came. I ejaculated everything. I was
drained.

Then I just stood there. Having my son leaning on the chair in from of
me. Watching his muscled wide back flex as he moved in place, switching his
weight from arm to arm.

This was my son. My fucking son. How could he have let this happen? I was
still furious at him. This is was gross and shameful.

I pulled out of his ass and put my dick back in my pants. He slowly stood
up from his bending position. He started feeling himself up again and
jerked his hard cock a bit.

I saw that he was still pretty lost. So I took advantage of that moment.

I rushed and grabbed all of his clothes silently and then I started walking
away.

"Dad?" he said.

I was holding the pile of his clothes in my hands and was moving towards
the exit.

"Dad, wait! No! What are you doing?" he yelled in worry.

He took a few steps towards me.

"These are my clothes, I need them" he said still walking towards me.

I stopped before the door and turned to look at him.

There he stood in the dark of the theatre, lit only by the lights of the
screen. In all his muscle glory, totally nude, his amazing physique
glittering with the cum that still dried on his skin.

My son. My boy. The bodybuilder. The whore.

"Whores don't need clothes" I told him strictly and exited the room.

"Dad, no! Please..." he yelled as the door slammed behind me.

I walked out of the whorehouse-theatre and went in my car which thankfully
I had parked close. I tossed his clothes in the backseat and drove off
immediately.

I felt so proud of myself for what I did. I felt like I was punishing him
in the right way. He had humiliated me and now I had done the same.

He would probably love it anyway.