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I was rock hard and my heart was racing. I have done just about any fantasy you could think of, but this was effortless and I can't remember when I have been this turned on. I was really getting into this one and this was just the warm up. I decided right then this one would be for the Oscar. I was going to give a performance like none before and he would have to have a repeat performance--I wanted this one as a regular.

I grabbed the robe hanging on the hook and covered myself and tied it closed tightly. I took a breath and entered the bedroom area. Jim was over by the window with a pair of gym shorts, sipping his drink. "Feel better sport?” He grabbed the other glass half full and handed to me. “This will grow hair on your chest, take a swallow."

I glanced shyly up and said, "Are you sure this is okay, I am not 21 yet and if mom found out, she would be mad."

He sternly said, “I'm your father, I said it's okay and your mother is not here, is she?"

"No, Dad and I'm glad. I’m glad it is just the two of us."

He put his hand on my head and said, "You're right your mother would be mad and you need to keep it a secret. Can you do that? What goes on between you and I , Father and Son, is just between us. No one can find out, now, promise me."

“Oh Dad, I promise and besides, there's nothing wrong with a Dad allowing his son to become a man." I took a sip and gagged and said, “Yeah that's good, I'm a man now." I went over to the bed and sat propped up against a pillow. Jim Followed. He pulled the side chair up to my side and sat down. He wasn't wearing underwear and with his legs spread, his cock was peeking out lying there against his leg.

"Drink up son, it'll make you feel good." He shot down his and I followed. Maker’s mark is not one of my favorites and shooting it is better than sipping.(I'm a light weight when it comes to alcohol. Three or four beers and I'm drunk.) He poured our glasses half full again. I was feeling a little flushed and knew I would be shit faced after this one. I knew at this point, this was his intention and a part of the fantasy, getting his son drunk and then the two straight guys can feel better about sucking dick.

He shot his down and placed the empty glass between his legs and sitting atop his huge daddy cock. I decided to purposely get caught looking at his dick. Then quickly looking away I said, "Dad I don't know if I should drink all of this."

Again with a serious look on his face he reiterated, "Drink it son. Make you Dad Proud. You’re going to be a man soon and it's my duty to show you the ways of a man."

I looked down at his daddy cock and turned the glass up. “Whew! That tastes nasty, Dad.”

He hopped up and headed to the mini-fridge, “I'll get you something to wash it down."

“Got a coke in there, Dad? That would be great."

He returned with the can and said, “Here you go sport. You earned it!” He did a little stumble step, so I knew he was feeling the effects too. I was really light headed and put my head back and sat on the bed beside him. I heard the TV turn on. "You okay son? Do me a favor and go over to my bag on the table and see if that Blockbuster movie I rented is in there." I walked over and opened the bag, and he asked, “See it son?”

I didn't really. "No dad, no yet." It's probably on the bottom under the clothes." I moved the clothes and in full view was a nice sized dildo, plastic baggy with condoms and poppers and a chrome cock ring (my favorite) and then a movie in a Blockbuster sleeve. I told him I had found it, and as I pulled it out, I purposely grabbed hold of the baggy and it fell on the table.

"Ooops! Sorry dad, this fell out."

“Well bring it over to me son if you don't mind.” I handed it to him and then opened the tape case up, "Is this an action movie Dad, a comedy?" I put it in the slot in the front of the TV. "I can't find the remote dad". He said he had it over there." I giggled, no reason other than I was high.

"You feeling good son?"

I said, “Yeah Dad I feel funny, but in a good way. Dad, do you have a pair of shorts or boxers I could wear, this robe is hot.” He hoped up and pulled a jock strap out. "What’s this, Dad."

"It's underwear son. All men wear those. Put it on, you'll be quite comfortable."

I turned pulled them on and then walked over to the light and turned it off and dropped the robe. I grabbed the top sheet and got under it quickly. Dad asked if that was better and I said, “Yes dad, I like having your underwear on.”

“Let’s get this movie going,” he said as he leaned over to me to give me a fatherly kiss, grabbing my head and forcing his tongue into my mouth. The liquor taste, his rough moustache and his aggression gave me a hard on impossible to hide--even under the covers.

He pulled away and I said, “Thanks Dad, I love you too.” The movie started and there was a gray haired man 50s walking though the woods, no shirt on and a big cock just dangling out the zipper--he was hung. Jim looked at me, "I think they’ve put the wrong movie in that case. I don't know what this is. Maybe this is a preview."

"Yeah probably so Dad. Looks like an R rated movie, I shouldn't look,” and I turned my head and buried it into his hairy chest." He turned the volume up and I was inches from his now hard as hell cock that must of been a good nine inches and seven around and no foreskin was to be seen.

The dialog, which was very loud now, was basically a young guy 20’s sitting on a rock holding his ankles and the older man asking him if he was okay. I turned my head to peek and the older man was standing there talking to the boy, cock still out and getting hard. He bent down and said he needed to look at it. He laid his shirt on the ground and told the kid to lie on his back. He lifted his legs in the air and the kid asked what he was doing. He told him he had to keep his legs in the air to prevent swelling. The kid held his legs in the air and the older man stroked his cock, spit in his hand and buried in the kid’s hole, no foreplay, no slow entry--just plowed.

"Son, I would you rather not sneak a peek or pretend to not look. I give you permission to look. Sit up." I sat up and my coke can fell off the bed and onto the floor. I took the opportunity to bend over the bed, butt spread and in the air. “Son, let me help you, so you don't fall, he came up behind me, hands on my ass and buried his tongue in my hole and I pressed against his face, that mustache felt great."

"Did you get it sport?”

rose up and said, “Yes, sorry I made a stain”. I looked at the TV and the older man was now at his car and had rolled a condom on a flashlight and was shoving it in the boy’s ass. I took the bait, “Dad, what was that he put on the stick?’"

He rewound the tape to that point and said, "Oh son, you need to know what that is and how to use it.” He got up went to his bag and brought it to the bed. He grabbed the baggy, got a condom and explained what it was and said; “Now you need to learn how to use it.” He pulled out the dildo and said, “This is a make believe cock. Open the wrapper.” and pointed to the TV and said, “roll it down like he’s doing it.”

I was having a hard time keeping a straight face at this point, but I stayed in character. I asked, “Is this right?”

"Yeah, sport that's perfect,” he poured the lube on the head and said, “Now rub this all over so it will be slippery. Do you use anything when you masturbate?”

I replied, “Just my spit dad.”

"Well this feels much better.” He stood up and dropped his shorts and out sprang that fat piece of meat. “Pour some of that stuff on it for me,” he said. I did and he pulled the sheet back and reached down grabbed the waistband of the my jock and literally lifted me up and jerked it off.

“Dad, What are you doing?"

"Son, I don't want to be the only one naked, we are both men and there is nothing to be ashamed about. You make your dad proud, that's a big boy cock. I’m about 7.5” and nice girth. I wanna show you how to masturbate like a man."

“Dad, I'm embarrassed, let me help you.” His greased hand grabbed my cock and began stroking and I shot my load. “Dad, sorry I didn't mean to, it’s all over your arm”. He took his arm to his mouth and licked it off. “Why did you do that, Dad?"

“I wanted to taste my boys’ cum." He stumbled a little; I asked if he was okay. He said yes and walked to the bathroom and let out a huge piss. There were two older men on the screen now, one face-fucking the boy while holding his legs and the other working that hole with a big black dildo that must of been 10 inches around.

I got an idea, put a pillow under my butt and lubed my hole and worked in the dildo. He came out, a very hot look on his face. I asked, "Dad, is this right? You told me to do what the guy was doing on the TV."

“Yeah, sport, open that little boy hole." He grabbed the brown bottle and continued, "lift your head, and sniff real hard for your dad."

“What is it, dad?" I took a big hit and whew, his cock right at my face, "You’re not doing every thing he's doing son, open your mouth and suck daddy’s cock.” He shoved it down my throat and lifted my head and fucked my mouth hard, and deep. “Yeah boy, that's what you’re here for. Service your Dad’s cock! Oh yeah that's my little pussy boy!”

He pulled out got over to the edge of the bed and removed the dildo. “You ready to be a man, boy?” he asked and then he buried that cock in me—right to its base. I yelped a little, it was huge. He stopped with it fully buried, “Ttake another hit boy.”

“No dad, I'm okay.”

He slapped my face lightly. “I said take another hit!" I did, and he followed. He lifted me to the edge of the bed and stood between my legs and spread them as wide as they would go and plowed hard, pulling all the way out and hard back in. I was in ecstasy and felt no pain.

"Look at the TV boy, two daddies working on that boy. You’re going to get that next time, and you’re going to like it and I don't want any lip! Spread your cheeks son, let daddy in all the way. You’re my pussy boy, oh yeah boy, take my meat!!!!”

“Oh god dad, fuck me, give it to me! That’s your hole--yours whenever you desire. I am here to satisfy you! Open my pussy, ooh Dad that feels good.” Jim got a very mean look on his face and was pounding me so hard; I knew I was going to have bruises afterwards.

The sweat was dripping off of his nose. “Oh son, you’re going to eat my cum like a good boy. Oh god!” He pulled out and spun me around, and shoved his cock down my throat. “Oh son eat it--swallow it all--you better not spill a drop, eat it!” he hissed. He grabbed the dildo buried it up my ass at the same time.

“Ohhh Dad, I'm cumming,” I shrieked and I shot all over my stomach without touching it once. He collapsed by my side.

The bed was covered with sweat, and cum. The Movie ended. He went to the bathroom washed up, came out and placed $400 on the table.

“That was great! Jim was right, that was a truly memorable and unique experience. I’ll call you when I get back in town."

I took the cue, got dressed and 10 minutes after the orgasm; I was walking down the hall, with a big fucking grin on my face--and $400 in my pocket.

Until the next date,

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