Date: Mon, 29 Mar 2010 02:08:22 -0400
From: Ben Wider <benwider@usa.com>
Subject: Guy Time in Paris

Guy Time in Paris
Ben Wider (benwider@usa.com)

EXPLICIT CONTENT FOR ADULTS ONLY. If you are under age leave this page. Or
if sexual fiction describing action between men, including relatives, turns
you off read no further. Also, the following is fantasy, where men do not
need to rubber up. In real life, stay smart.

This is my first story. Please let me know what you think at
benwider@usa.com.


Guy time in Paris


I don't know if it was the pre-dinner drinks and the bottle
of wine that were having their effect or if it was the rainy
Tuesday night in Paris, far away from home, but Jake and I
were having a great time and talking openly together like
never before. I love my son, and when my wife suggested that
we leave her to her conference in Nice and go spend some guy
time together in Paris for a few days, the idea sounded
great. We had found a little hotel in the Marais and walked
the city all day long, chatting and laughing, just enjoying
this great place and each other's company.

You see, my son has been in college for the last three
years, and we don't get to spend a lot of time together,
with his studies and my work and all. He comes home once in
a while, but even then, Jake often takes off to see his high
school friends as soon as he arrives and we don't see each
other that much. So when this conference in the south of
France showed up in my wife's schedule, I suggested we make
it a family trip, since Jake was just finishing his term at
school and I could take some time off from work. Everything
worked out fine, but I wanted to show Paris to Jake, and
Susan thought that a 3 day father and son escapade would be
a great time to do some catching up together. So off we
went.

The dinner had been great and we had just finished the
bottle of wine when Jake smiled widely and asked if we
should order another one. I was getting a bit drunk, but he
seemed to be having such a great time, and the conversations
were so much fun, that I couldn't say no. So we started that
second bottle of Bordeaux, both a bit surprised at the turn
of event: we were getting drunk together in Paris! We hadn't
had much more than a few beers together on a few occasions,
so that was quite a change. But the night was great, it was
raining outside, it was Tuesday and nothing seemed to be
happening too much around us. Great time to catch up.

"So, how is college life treating you?" I said, with a
little grin.
"What do you mean? I told you, Dad. My classes are going
great, and I have good friends on campus. I'm having a great
time!"
"You know what I mean. How is the sex?"
I couldn't believe I was being so direct. College life had
been great fun for me, and I had scored quite a few babes in
my time, so I wanted to know. Jake blushed, hesitated for a
few seconds, and just smiled a bit sheepishly.
"Nothing much to report on this front. I think I'm too shy."
"Come on, Jake, a good looking guy like you? You must be
fighting off half of the football team!".

Jake was gay. He had come out to me a few years ago. It
didn't come as a big surprise, except for the fact that my
son is one big piece of a man, at 6'2 and 220 lbs. He played
football and rugby, and had done some wrestling too. He
loved contact sports and everyone was happy to have him on
their teams. But he never showed interest in girls and never
even tried to feign interest in them. I had never known him
to have a girlfriend or even a one night stand. Jake is a
very honest guy, and I am quite proud of it. He told me he
was gay just before leaving for college. He told me this in
such a simple, matter of fact way, and he seemed so at ease
with it, that I just accepted it for a fact, told him that I
love him and would welcome with open arms his partner if he
met someone. He was very thankful for that. Sometimes, these
things can be quite simple. Besides, I knew his two brothers
would give grandchildren eventually!

"Well, not really, Dad. Guys often seem to have a problem
just admitting to themselves they are gay, and my gaydar is
lousy!", he said with a laugh. "And besides, I like guys who
look a bit like us: big, muscular, hairy men. Gay guys like
that are hard to meet."
"Are you telling me you are still a virgin?"
"No, Dad, I'm not this shy!" He was laughing again. "But I
don't get that much action either. I have a couple of
fuckbuddies in the dorm who I can trade blowjobs with when
need be, but that's about it, nothing anal... No big orgies,
no line-up in front of my bedroom.very little, actually.
It's the one disappointment in my college life. Meeting guys
is hard."
"Do you go to gay bars? No need for a gaydar over there:
it's pretty much like shooting fish in a barrel!" We both
burst out laughing.
"No, I haven't. There is one close to the campus, but
somehow, they intimidate me. Actually, they flat out scare
me! I have no idea what type of guys go there. And besides,
I wouldn't know what to do. I am the lousiest flirt ever!"
"It can't be that bad! You're a natural charmer. You have a
great smile, and.you are a really, really good looking guy!,
I'm pretty sure you wouldn't have much to do!"
"Still, they scare me. I can't imagine going into one."
"Jake, when you told me you were gay, I was a bit sad. Not
because I am homophobic or anything, but just because I know
gay men often have it harder that us straight guys. I love
you, and I don't want you to be ever hurt or judged by
anyone. However, I thought that at least, you would get the
great advantage of gay life: easy sex! If you don't get that
part, gay life isn't much fun!"
"I know, Dad, things should be simpler in that
department.but I don't know.there's just something that
stops me from getting the nerve to go to these places. I
don't know what it is. I hope I get over it soon."

Jake was still laughing, but I could sense that this thing
was bugging him. I couldn't believe that my big burly guy,
all grown up, muscular and hairy, with his big baritone deep
voice, was still like a young teenager in his heart when it
came to meeting people for sex. How could he be so self-
assured and frank in his daily life, and still so fearful of
meeting people? That gave me an idea.

"Jake, listen to this. What do you say we finish this
bottle, get off our butts and go out for a beer, together,
in a gay bar? I'll be there with you, so nothing bad can
happen, and we'll just try to get a feeling for these
places. We're in goddamn Paris, so nobody knows us, nothing
to be scared of, and we'll just have a pleasant nightcap
together and see how it feels. I won't mention a thing to
your Mom, trust me. Just a way for you to break the ice with
these bars. What do you say?"
Jake looked at me, completely thrown off guard. "This is
very, very, very weird, Dad. I don't know. At the same time,
I can't say that I am not curious. And I think that I might
be drunk enough already to try it!". He laughed. "You're a
pretty cool guy, Dad. I can't believe you would do this for
me. This might be pretty uncomfortable for you too. Have you
ever been to a gay bar?"
"Nope. And I never thought I would either!" I burst out
laughing too. "Worst case scenario, son, if it feels too
weird, we just leave and go somewhere else or back to our
hotel. Let's play it by ear. Anyway, on a Tuesday night,
they might be pretty quiet."
Jake raised his glass. "To a great night out together.and to
a really strange outing ahead!"
"I'll drink to that!"
We toasted and finished our glasses. This was gonna be a day
to remember.

As soon as we hit the streets, the rain just poured on us
and we both started running around the little streets of the
Marais, looking for any place that would look like a gay
place. We spotted this door with a rainbow flag hanging
above and I told Jake that we should start there. We had to
ring because the door was locked but were buzzed in quickly.
Soaked to the bones, we entered this dark place that looked
like a small neighbourhood dive, only darker and harder to
get in then most neighbourhood dives. The place what pretty
much empty, except for the barman behind his counter
immediately to our right when we came in.
"Well, so far, not too scary, right, Jake?" I whispered.
"Scary enough for me, Dad", Jake said, laughing quietly.

"Entrez, messieurs, avec cette salet‚ de pluie, on est mieux
ici. Qu'est-ce que je vous sers? "
® I am sorry, neither of us speaks French. We're both here
on vacation from the States. "
"Ah! Fellow Americans! Come in! What would you like to
drink?"
"You're American too? What luck! How about two beers with
two scotch chasers."
"Coming right up!"

The barman was a big guy, maybe six feet tall, in his mid
thirties, with very short dark hair. He wore a pair of jeans
and was shirtless. His chest was powerful and showed sure
signs of someone who spends a lot of time at the gym: he was
completely smooth, probably shaved, and had great muscle
definition. He also had a great smile and seemed friendly
enough. I wasn't worried about his ability to get generous
tips.

He brought our drinks to the counter and introduced himself.
His name was Vince and he had been living in Paris for the
last ten years.
"What brought you here?" I asked.
"You know how it is. I met this French guy in Boston and
fell madly in love. We were together for five years, but
I've been single since. But I couldn't go back. This city is
my home now. But how about you? Where are you from? What
brings you here?"
"We're from Connecticut. My name is Ben and we are just
visiting France with my wife and my son Jake. That's the
strapping lad by my side."
"Hey Jake, nice to meet you!"
"Same here."
"I'm sorry to ask, but you must understand that I don't get
many father and son teams in here. What brings you to my
bar?"
"Well.my Jake is a bit of a shy guy.and he was curious to
see what a gay bar felt like. So I offered to show him one."
"Pretty cool Dad you've got here, Jake. How about you, Ben?
First time in a gay bar too?"
"Yup. Pretty much straight and happily married. But I was
telling Jake, who is gay, by the way, that he was missing on
a lot of fun if he didn't experience the gay nightlife."
"Dad, come on! You don't need to share my life with
everyone!"
Vince laughed. "Jake, I'm the only one here, besides you
two. That's ok. I understand. I still think your dad is
pretty cool to accompany you here tonight."
"Yup, my old man's great."

We started drinking our beer and chatting with Vince. He
explained to us about the doorbells and why he has to buzz
everyone in. He told us too, that tonight was really dead
because of the rain, but that on Tuesday it was often pretty
quiet. We were having a good time and I could feel that Jake
was relaxing and starting to feel at ease. The scotch was
good, Vince drank with us, and pretty soon, we were on a
really good buzz.
"So, Jake, what do you think? It feels like a pretty normal
place now, no?"
"Yeah, it's a great place you got here, Vince."
"You guys must be freezing with those soaked shirts on. Why
don't you take them off and I'll put them in the dryer
downstairs? They'll be dry in twenty minutes."
Jake and I looked at each other. Vince was right, our shirts
were soaking wet and it was making is pretty cold. But to be
shirtless in a gay bar was a bit intimidating too. But come
on, I was all about helping Jake overcome his shyness, so in
one quick move, I took off my polo shirt and handed it to
Vince. Jake looked at me with a grin, and took off his t-
shirt. Vince looked at us appreciatively.
"You guys look great. I love hairy chests. Work out a lot?"
"I do lots of tennis and racquetball. Jake is a football and
rugby player."
"Well, guys, nature has been good to you! I'll be back in a
sec."

Vince left to put our shirts in the dryer. Jake looked at me
with a funny grin.
"This is turning into a pretty cool evening. And Vince is
right."
"About what?"
"Nature has been good to us!" He started laughing and put
his arm around my shoulders. "I hope I look as good as you
when I get old."
"I'm only fifty, Jake. Not geriatric yet!"
"I know Dad!"
Jake gave me a big bear hug. He was not usually a
demonstrative person, so that came as a bit of a surprise,
but it felt good. Nothing like a night of boozing to bring a
father and a son closer!
"So what do you think of Vince? Is he your type?"
"Sure he is. And a nice guy too. And the pecs on him.!"
"Oh, so you're a pec man, eh?"
"Just like you, right? I've seen you stare at tits all my
life!"
"Ouch, that hurt!
We both started laughing hard. I couldn't believe my boy had
noticed that and how cool it was to talk about stuff like
that with him. I was having a great time. It felt like
college.
"Maybe you should make him feel that you find him hot. Just
to see what happens. Just to get better at flirting a bit."
"Dad, come on, a guy like him would never give me a second
look."
"I think he already did, son."

Vince came back and found us at the same spot, leaning
against the bar, chatting and laughing. And I think he was
eyeing my boy a bit.
"It's cool to have you guys here tonight, otherwise I would
be bored out of my mind. How about some shooters on the
house?"
"Sounds great. Thanks Vince."
"No problem, Ben. How long have you had your beard?"
"Most of my life, really. I'm so used to it now, I just
couldn't shave it off."
"Please don't. You look really hot with it. I love men with
beards"
Vince was flirting with me, and that threw me for a loop.
Even though I can appreciate a compliment, this night was
for Jake, and I was uncomfortable with the sudden attention.

"How about my son, here, Vince? You think he is hot?"
"Jake here? He's one hot man, if you ask me. Must see plenty
of action."
Jake was red and intensely looking at the floor. This boy
was really shy.
"Jake, when a hot guy gives you a compliment like that, you
should look at him in the eyes and thank him."
Jake looked at me for a second, then turned to Vince and
looking at him straight in the eyes, said: "Thanks man, I
think you're a hot dude too,"
"Thanks Jake." Vince leaned over the counter, grab my son's
head and kiss him passionately. I was surprised at first by
this turn of event, but found myself surprisingly at ease
with the situation. Jake was at first just stunned, but he
got into the kiss gradually and was obviously enjoying
himself. I was glad to see my boy comfortable with this.
When they finally separated, Jake was red as a beet, but
almost giddy with excitement.
"You see, son, what can happen when you take the time to say
thank you?"
Vince was laughing and lining up the shooter glasses, filled
to the brim.
"Alright guys, here's to three hot American guys in Paris.
Cheers!"
We all took our shooters. As soon as our glasses hit the
counter, Vince was filling them up again.
"OK, this one is just to make sure the party keeps going.
Cheers!"

We drank again. My head was spinning a bit. Even at six feet
one and 220 pounds, after a while, alcohol gets to you. But
I was feeling mighty fine.
"How about you, Dad?"
"What about me?"
"Do you find Vince hot?"
I couldn't believe Jake was asking me this. Vince was
looking at me with a wicked grin. My son was obviously
trying to put me on the spot.
"I guess so. No offence to you, Vince, but I'm a straight
man. I don't really think about guys that way."
"We know that, Ben", said Vince, "but still, I can tell if a
girl is hot or not, and believe me, I'm as queer as a three
dollar bill. So, what do you say, am I hot?"
I hesitated a bit, but then, I realized that there was some
sexual energy in the air, and that I couldn't deny it
anymore. I decided to just go with the flow.
"Yeah, sure, Vince. Big muscular man like you.I am sure you
don't have a problem getting laid!"
"You're right about that, Ben."
And then, as soon as he finished saying this, he grabbed my
head and stuffed his tongue down my throat. I think I
resisted a bit at first, but somehow I started to return the
kiss, still a bit stunned by all this. Vince slowly started
to play with one of my nipples, which totally froze me. This
was getting hot, and I could feel myself getting hard, but
at the same time, this man was kissing me in front of my
son, and.he was a man! And a powerful one at that. This must
have lasted a minute at the most, but it felt like an hour.
When he finally let go of my head, I was smiling, in a weird
state of shock.

Things stayed quiet for a few seconds. It was Vince who
broke the silence.
"I bet you didn't expect to see this tonight, Jake! You are
both great kissers!"
I looked at Jake, who was staring at me, with a weird grin.
"My God, Dad, that was hot! Enjoying yourself?"
"Promise me that whatever happens in Paris stays in Paris.
I'm not sure your mom would understand."
"Don't worry about that, Dad. Why would I tell anyone about
something like this?"
Jake turned to Vince and asked: "So, which one is the best
kisser?"
"I told you, you were both great. But if I had to choose."
He hesitated for a second. "I would say your Dad can still
teach you a trick or two."
"I bet he could. How about another beer and chaser?"
"Jake, are you sure? We've already drunk a lot."
"I'm in fine form, Dad." Jake had a new intensity to his
eyes, and as much as I liked seeing him like this, there was
something about it that was scaring me a bit. I just hoped
things wouldn't get out of hands.
"There you go, Jake. Hey guys, it's past midnight, and I
wouldn't want to keep the place looking open. You are more
than welcome to stay, but just give me two minutes to lock
everything and turn off the lights outside. I'll be right
back."

Vince did his things really fast and was back with us in no
time, I was just surprised to see that he had unbuttoned the
top of his jeans. A very minor thing, I was sure. But we
were now alone, the three of us, with no risk of
interruption. Something was going on here, and yet I
couldn't begin to imagine it in my head.
"So, Ben, how are the lessons going?"
"Lessons?..."
"I thought you were about to give your son a lesson on how
to kiss like a man."
"You mean."
"Yeah, Dad. Maybe you should give me some pointers."
I was paralyzed when I saw Jake approaching me and taking me
in his arms. I felt his strong arms circle me and his hard,
beautiful pecs mashed against mine. Soon, he was kissing me
like a champ, grabbing my butt and rubbing his hard dick
against mine. I couldn't believe this was happening. I was
holding on to him for dear life, yet completely limp like a
rag doll.except down there. Feeling Jake huge manhood
against mine was more than I had bargained for. My mind was
in a stupor.
"Yeah, Dad and son making out like two mad men.fuck, guys,
this is hot!"
I came back to my senses and Jake finally let go of me. He
looked at me for a second, then burst out laughing.
"Wow, Dad, I'm sorry, I didn't expect this at all. It must
be the booze talking. Hope I didn't upset you or anything."
I was relieved to see him so relaxed with this. I thought
about it for a second, but realized that I was fine. It was
weird, but fine.
"Paris is a strange place, for sure. But no, I'm fine, Jake.
If you're good, I'm good."
"I'm having a hell of a time. Vince, any more shooters?"
"Oh yes, my man!"
Vince put nine shooter glasses on a tray and filled them up.
Then, he came from around the counter to sit on a stool
between the two of us, passing the first round around. He
put the tray on a side table.
"Here guys, cheers!"
Again, we drank in one shot, laughing. We were officially
drunk.
Something snapped in me. As if all of a sudden, I understood
that not only was I good with this, but I wanted to see how
far it could go. Just like a kid playing doctor for the
first time. As if a beast in me had awakened and pushed away
the responsible father. There was a moment of silence,
filled with tension.

"So, Vince, how much cock are we talking about here?", I
asked, grinning.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I just felt my son's hard dick through his pants, and
I can tell you that he is hung. How about you?"
Vince looked at me with a lustful smile and then at Jake.
"Yeah, man, Dad is right, show us." My son's voice was like
a quiet pleading growl.
Slowly, Vince stood up, took off his sneakers and socks,
then his jeans and finally his underwear. The dick on that
man was thick, a good nine inches, and rock hard. He removed
the stool he was sitting on and jumped on the bar, his legs
dangling. He was showing us proudly his incredible cock.
"So guys, what do you think?"
We were both silent in front of the awesome sight. Vince was
slowly jerking off his beautiful cock, and I was just blown
away at the fact that I was in a French bar with my son,
looking at this hunk showing off his manhood. I looked at
Jake who was breathing deeply, sexually charged to the max
and ready to pounce. This is the first time that I stopped
thinking of my son as handsome: he was more than that. He
was a fucking hot sex machine.

"Hey, Ben, in the kissing department, you were amazing, but
I have a feeling that in the cocksucking department, Jake
got you beat. I think under all those muscles lies a great
fucking cocksucking mouth, waiting to be raped."
With that, Vince extended his arms, grabbed my son's head
and pushed him toward his crotch. Jake stopped right before
his goal, examining the cock very intensively, yet almost
hesitantly.
"Ben, is it ok with you? You don't mind me raping the mouth
on that beautiful son of yours, right?" I was still stunned
and silent. "Ben, I asked you a question.  You want me to
feed my beautiful cock to your son, right?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah what? Say it, man."
"Yeah, I want you to give a taste of your big fucking tool
to my son,"
"I thought you would."
Vince just opened my son's mouth with his thumb, and stuffed
the big fucking dick in his waiting mouth. Jake was well
passed hesitations now, and started eating that gorgeous
piece of meat like a starved kid eating a hot dog for the
first time. Jake was moaning as he was giving Vince a grade
A blowjob, and Vince was pretty vocal about his appreciation
of it too.
"Look at him, Ben, look at him go. Your kid knows how to
treat a man, I tell you. Yeah, kid, eat my balls, make me
feel real good.god, man, this is fucking great."

Jake went back to the big, imposing shaft, going up and
down, just trying to get as much in his mouth as he could.
Vince was pushing on his head, gagging him, fucking his
face, with no mercy whatsoever for this kid's mouth. I sat
on my stool, mesmerized and incredibly turned on, watching
this smashing show. I wondered once in a while if Vince was
too rough on him, but every time the burly barman pressed my
son's head harder, he would look at me with a devilish grin,
and Jake would moan like a teenage girl getting fucked for
the first time.
"Hey, Ben, you told me your son is hung. Care to show me?
Why don't you help your boy out of his shorts.I wanna see if
he has a man's dick."
At this point, I was in a trance.  I slowly got off my stool
and walked behind Jake. My boy didn't even look at me,
completely absorbed by the sloppy blowjob in progress.

When I got behind him, I started by caressing his back and
his neck. My hand just slid up to his head, and without even
thinking about it, I pressed my son's head on the powerful
shaft.
"Yeah, baby, make Vince feel real good. Show him a real good
time."
My hands started going down, and moved to the front of him.
I pulled on his nipples a few times, remembering Vince's
move from earlier, and my son moaned really loudly each
time. To feel his skin under my hand was so hot, and to feel
his pleasure was intoxicating. My hands slid down and rested
on Jake's belt. I fumbled with the damn thing until it
finally got undone, and unbuttoned his shorts. Slowly, I
slid them down his legs. I took off his sneakers and socks
too: he might as well be completely naked, I thought. Once
the shorts were off, I look at Vince, and winked at him with
a smile. I put my thumbs under the top of Jake's boxers and
slid them down, revealing one fucking huge shaft. It wasn't
as thick at Vince's, but he got him beat in the length
department by a good inch. After sliding the boxers down, I
couldn't help myself and gave a few strokes to the hot dick.
My son moaned loudly again. As soon as I touched it,
electricity shot through my body. I had seen Jake naked a
few times since he finished growing up, but never had I seen
him hard. His shaft was powerful and beautiful: a strong
man's penis. I was feeling fatherly pride and sexual
excitement at the same time. My hands went back to his back
and I continued caressing him all over his back and then
gently kneading the beautiful bubble butt. Just like me, he
had a big, muscular, round ass. My son was a hunk, and for
some weird reason, caressing him was the most erotic thing I
had ever done in my life. I then looked up at Vince.
"Here he is, man. My first-born in his birthday suit, with
an incredible cock dangling between his legs. Does life get
any better than this?"
Vince just looked at me with lust in his eyes. He was
looking at Jake's dick, then me, then Jake's dick, breathing
hard. He couldn't believe it either.

"Fuck, man, this is one amazing blowjob your son is giving
me. You looked carefully how it's done, Ben? 'Cause I wanna
see if you learned anything from your incredible boy."
With that, Vince pushed Jake's mouth off his dick. He kept
jacking it off slowly and started looking at me with a look
of defiance, as if he was daring me to make the next step.
Jake looked like a dog that had lost his bone: he was gently
lapping Vince's balls, obedient to the barman's orders. I
approached the man and, without hesitating, swallowed as
much of the huge dick as I could. The sensation was so
weird: not only to feel a dick in my mouth for the first
time, but to taste my son's spit all over it too. But again,
the moment was stronger than my doubts and I attacked the
hot cock with relish. Vince was pushing my head hard on his
dick, but he and I knew that I was pressing myself even
harder. Slowly, I relaxed my throat, and after a few minutes
was almost able to swallow it all. My world became that
dick, all I could think of was that dick, and I was
savouring every instant. I got lost in time eating that
beautiful piece of meat. Jake was eating Vince's ball down
below, and would come once in a while to share the big shaft
with me. We would exchange sloppy kisses over the hot rod,
and Vince was moaning even louder.
I kept going for a pretty long time, completely obsessed by
the task at hand. It's the voice of my son that took me out
of my trance.

"Yeah, man, show me how you take a dick. Open that throat
for me, man. Take it all. Come on."
I looked up and first saw the tree trunk legs of my son,
standing on the counter. He was fucking Vince's mouth with
authority and abandon, using his face like he was a doll.
That sight was the hottest thing I had ever seen in my life.
To see him finally so sure of himself only made the moment
hotter. Vince was an expert cocksucker, and was able to take
the whole length down his throat in no time. Jake wasn't
expecting that. His moaning got louder, and I could feel him
become a bit unsteady on his legs. I got back to my own
blowjob, drowning the barman's cock with my spit. I was
seriously getting off on cock sucking, more than I could
ever imagine, and I knew right then and there that it
wouldn't be a one night thing.  I had a hunger for cock that
I just didn't know was in me, and it was now unleashed.
"Oh, man, yeah." Jake's voice become more intense all of a
sudden. I looked up to see that Vince had started fingering
my son's ass, and Jake didn't seem to mind one bit. The
barman was really into finger-fucking my son, while sucking
his cock like a master. The whole view was very intense for
me. I stopped sucking and watched, completely enthralled by
the scene.

"Jake, my man, why don't you sit besides me? Come see your
dad's cocksucking skills. He's pretty impressive." Jake sat
down besides Vince, and I went back to work right away,
eating that dick with an intensity I didn't know I had. And
knowing that my son was watching me made it all the more
exciting. I really showed him, varying my speed, sometimes
just playing with the head for a while and then all of a
sudden plunging for the whole thing.  Vince was moaning and
kissing Jake passionately. Jake was jerking off, always
keeping an eye on my sucking.
"Fuck, you're good, man. Jake, you have to take my place and
try his mouth, it's unbelievable."
With that, Vince got off the bar and Jake took his place.
Vince grabbed Jake's dick in his hand and presented it to
me. I stopped for a moment, looking at it intensely.
"I think, Ben, that you want to suck this dick more than you
think. Go for it, man, it's just amazing."
"Yeah, Dad, go for it. I really want you to blow me."
I looked at Jake, and looking straight in his eyes, wet my
left hand's fingers real good. He grabbed his thighs and
raised his legs, revealing one hot pucker. Still looking at
him, I slowly inserted my middle finger, and went for his
cock. Long slow strokes, with plenty of spit.
"Oh fuck, Dad, that feels so fucking good. Finger my ass,
Dad. Lick my dick. Eat my balls. Fuck." Jake was going wild.
He grabbed my head and starting fucking my face raw, not
caring for a second about anything else but his cock. I had
never been as turned on as I was at that moment.

"Yeah, Jake, fuck his face..." That was Vince, who was
kneading my back and my butt through my jeans. I felt his
hands unsnapped the buttons of my fly and in one powerful
movement, he pushed my jeans and underwear down in one
swoop. He took off my sneakers and socks and the rest of my
clothes, and I was finally as naked as my two buddies.
"Jake, look at your dad's dick.so fucking wide, and so
fucking hard." I was a bit shorter than both of them, about
an inch less than Vince, but my dick was really thick, which
always had its effect in locker rooms.
"Your dad has the hottest butt I have seen in a while,
Jake.Perfectly round, muscular yet massive.that is one
perfect ass.."
With that, I felt Vince kneeling behind me and opening up my
asscheeks with his two hands, breathing heavily. Then, I
felt it: he was tonguing my ass. I was going nuts.
"Oh my fucking god.Jake, he's eating my ass, his tongue just
going in there.aw fuck!!"
"Yeah Dad, but keep on sucking my dick.don't stop, man."
My jaw wasn't sore anymore: I was getting my second wind.
And that tongue up my ass was making me discover pleasures I
didn't even know. That guy was plunging in my ass with his
tongue, spitting, nibbling my butthole, and eating it like a
starving man at a banquet. His hands kept prying my cheeks
open, and every time is tongue was getting in, I was finger-
fucking Jake some more.

Vince was treating me to my first rim job. I never had a
woman do that to me. And somehow, it was sending those
strong electric waves through my body. Combined with the
fact that my son was fucking my throat, I was losing it. I
was feeling fucking hot and was loving every minute of it.
Then, I felt a new sensation down there: I realized that
Vince had replaced his tongue with a finger, going in and
out of my ass, slowly.  I kinda started  to have an inkling
that Vince might want to try to fuck me, but I knew I wasn't
ready for that at all. Yet the finger felt good, and I
started lapping on my son's balls, and the party was going
great.
"Fuck, Dad, this is the best blowjob I ever had.where the
fuck did you learn to suck a cock like that? I'm about to
fuckin' blow! Ah, fuck."
I felt Jake was slowly getting to the point of no return. I
started to really suck his dick hard, spit puddling at the
base. Jake started to tense up, his breathing was getting
louder and louder, and then, all of a sudden, I got the
first jet of cum. It tasted so much better than I thought it
would.
"AAAAHHH, DAD, THIS IS FUCKING AMAZING!!!"
Spurts after spurts of hot cum were filling my mouth. I
slowed down the sucking, not wanting to lose one drop of it.
I kept his cock firmly in my mouth, and to my surprise, Jake
stayed hard. I didn't physically come with him, but the
moment was so intense that in my head, I had a powerful
orgasm. When I came back to my senses, I felt that Vince had
put two more fingers in my ass, and was fucking my butthole
pretty hard.

"Vince, my man, I don't think I can take more that that.this
is a lot for me",  I said softly.
"You're doing so well, Ben. Your hole has opened up nicely.
And you have the hottest ass I have seen in a long time." He
was pushing the fingers in. I moaned.
"Well, thanks for the compliment, but."
"Come on, Ben.You've never wondered what it would feel like
to get fucked? You're this close, man. I thought the point
of the evening was to show your son to be brave and daring
in his life.you wouldn't let him down now, would you?..."
"Vince," said Jake, "I just don't think you should push
him."
"Jake", said Vince, firmly, "let me teach you an important
lesson. When a guy is bent in front of you, and you have
three fingers up his ass, and he is moaning his head off and
not standing up."
I felt his fingers leave my butthole. Then, I felt like a
squirt of something.
".you should know that, whether he knows it or not."
I knew what was coming. I felt something big pushing slowly
but intensely against my butthole.
".he wants to get fucked."
All of a sudden, he gave a good push and about half his dick
was in me. He had worked my ass really well to get there
because I didn't feel any pain, just a certain discomfort. I
was breathing pretty hard and rhythmically, trying to adjust
to the new sensation. He didn't move. After a while, I
grabbed my son's dick and started sucking on it slowly. Jake
was rock hard. I let out a deep moan as I felt Vince
pressing the rest of his cock in me, until I felt his bush
against my ass. I had one big fucking dick up my butt, and I
had never felt so full in my life.
"Jake, you dad's ass is incredible, so tight and hot." Vince
started to fuck me slowly, deeply and expertly. I had to let
go of Jake's dick: I was having an overdose of sensations.

Jake was just blown away, looking at the scene while sitting
on the counter, slowly stroking his meat. Vince was just
easing me into the fuck, going deep and moaning at every
thrust. I was slowly starting to relax, and started to push
my ass a bit to meet his cock halfway. I always thought that
the person getting fucked had no control, but I was
realizing now how wrong I was. Vince was definitely in the
lead, grabbing my shoulders with both hands so he could go
deeper up my ass and dictating the rhythm. But I knew
instinctively that to just lay there would not be an option
for me: I had to feel my way into it.

My big burly son was really getting into it. "Yeah, man,
fuck my old man. Show him a good time. You look so fuckin'
hot with your dick up his ass."
He slouched back and grabbed his thighs with his hands,
shoving his puckered asshole in my face. With Vince's cock
ramming my ass and starting to gain speed, I had to grab for
anything to maintain my balance and muffle my groans. I
buried my face in my son's ass, devouring it like a starving
man at a banquet. Vince started to push on my head to get me
deeper in there, and I was almost screaming with pleasure
down my son's chute.  My slobbering mouth and my cries were
driving Jake insane. Vince was really fucking me fast and
hard now, and I plunged two fingers up my son's ass. They
went in without any resistance, and Jake let out a low moan.
Vince was really in overdrive by now, slapping my ass and
calling my every fucking dirty name in the book. I was
pushing back on his dick like a pro, and the sound of his
hips hitting my ass filled the room. I was sweating up a
storm, still moaning up my son's butt as I was finger
fucking him.

"AWWW FUCK, TAKE MY LOAD, MAN!!! I'M GONNA FUCKING FILL YOUR
ASS WITH MY CUM!!!" Instinctively, I squeezed my ass muscles
as hard as I could, and Vince was screaming like a mad man.
He gave me a few last thrusts, milking his dick with my ass
to the last drop. He slapped my ass one last time and pulled
out. I felt empty, yet exhilarated. Almost as a reflex, I
jumped on the counter to go join my son in a passionate
kiss. Jake was surprised to see how fast I got up there. I
was hard as a rock and needed to cum really bad. I turned
Jake so that he was along the long side of the counter,
pushed him down and grabbed his legs. With his ankles on my
shoulders, I leaned in to kiss him, and whispered in his
ear: "OK, kid, time to lose your cherry". His ass was so wet
from the rim job, he didn't need any more lubricant. I
aligned my dick with his pucker, looking at him straight in
the eyes, almost defying him to stop me. Jake was looking
into my eyes as intensely as I was, and it was clear that he
was ready to become a man for good. Slowly, my dick went in.
Jake didn't even whimper: he just kept staring at me,
breathing hard but regularly, as if he wanted to show me
that he could take it like a man. I still knew that it must
have been hard for him: his ass was so tight! I took my
time, pushing in gradually, and after a few minutes, he had
taken the whole thing.

"Fuck me, Dad, come on." Slowly, I started to pull out, then
pushed back in. Jake's eyes became almost blurry, and he
shivered from pleasure. "Oh, fuck, this is intense.Vince, my
man, this is too much! How do I fuckin' take this?". Vince
joined us on the counter and talked softly in my son's ear.
"Just breathe deeply and enjoy the sensation, man. Your dad
is fucking you deep, and his dick's pretty large, so you
feel super open, but that's great.just enjoy, my man."
Keeping his balance with a bar stool, Vince kissed my son
deeply, then got up on his knees and fed him his dick, which
was still semi hard. Jake started to suck him like a baby on
a pacifier, and I started to pump my son's ass with passion,
completely absorbed by my own pleasure.
"Yeah, Ben, fuck him good.show him who's the man.he's
fucking sucking me like a Hoover.knock the wind out of him."
That cocky bastard was egging me on, and at that point, I
was so fucking hard that I started to really pound my son's
ass, racing for my nut. Jake was groaning, with Vince's dick
in his mouth.

Vince kept talking me into the fuck.
"That's it, Dad, show Jake what a man does when he needs to
cum. Show him what being a man is all about. Fuck his ass.
He's gonna nut with you, I know it. Fuck the cum out of him.
Harder! He'll remember this one for the rest of his life,
make it good, man! Split him in half! Breed your son, man!!"

I couldn't take it anymore. I was going into overdrive, just
piling Jake's ass like a fucking jackhammer.
"OH, FUCK, DAD!! I'M GONNA CUM AGAINNNN!!!!"  Without even
touching himself, Jake's cock exploded, blasting come all
over his hot hairy chest. After the first blast, Jake took
his dick in his fist and jacked it hard, delivering spurt
after spurt of hot cum. At the sight of this, I thrust my
dick deep in my son's ass, and let out the most deep felt
growl of my life. The sensation was so incredibly intense, I
thought I would pass out. I was coming so hard and so much
that it almost felt like I was pissing cum in his bowels. I
kept fucking him to get the most out of this: it had to be
the best orgasm of my life, and I wanted to feel it all.

Vince was now kneeling around my son's head, and feeding him
his balls, furiously jerking off.  Jake was sucking on the
beautiful orbs, and Vince was getting to his nut fast.
"OH, FUCK, GUYS, HERE COMES NUMBER TWO! BEN, TAKE IT!!" He
took my head with his free hand and pushed me on his
dickhead. A flow of hot semen inundated my mouth. For
someone who had just come fifteen minutes ago up my ass, the
man sure could juice! I sucked his cock hard, pumping him
until he couldn't take it anymore. He pulled out of my
mouth, and we all laid there for a moment, exhausted.

"Wow, Dad, that was something else." Jake got off from the
bar and sat on a stool, with a huge smile on his face.
"This is what man to man sex is all about, Jake.you're in
your best years: don't waste them", said Vince. "With a body
like yours, you could fuck and get fucked every night of the
week."
"Don't give him ideas, Vince, he still has to study a bit".
I was looking at my son, all relaxed, still flushed from his
orgasm, with his big dick hanging for the edge of the bar
stool, and I had a sudden huge feeling of pride and
accomplishment. He was an amazing man. In all respects.

"Don't worry about it, Dad. But maybe we should make our
guy's trip to Paris an annual event? What do you say?"

Vince was stroking his cock, still half had. "I could show
you the sights. Anytime."

My cock didn't go down. I had a feeling I might be good for
a nightcap.

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