Gay Erotic Stories

My Son the Whore

My son, Tom, excelled in high school in everything – sports, academics, social life, and even student government. He had everything. He was offered full rides at several local state schools but he wanted to go bigger, and who could blame him. I knew that the school he finally chose offered him nothing more than a token scholarship. I asked him how he was going to manage the finances and all he would say was that he had a plan and would let me know if he needed any help. The first year went by and all seemed well. I asked him at Christmas break how his finances were and he said they were great. He didn’t come home at spring break but when he returned in May, all he would say was that all was well. This went on through his second year and into his third year. By that time I was at the very least really curious how he was paying for school. It was a lot of money. When he came home for Christmas break I had a serious heart-to-heart with him. He kept trying to reassure me without actually saying anything but I continued to press. That is when he told me quite bluntly that he was a sex worker and spent most weekends, Friday night through Sunday evening, working as an escort, mostly with male clients but the occasional female who wanted arm candy as a companion for the evening rather than a sex partner. I was rather stunned. I had known he was gay forever so that wasn’t my surprise. As I pressed him about his work, he told me that he has regular medical check-ups, he is very careful, and he really enjoys his work. He is also really good at it with mostly recurring clientele so he is paid really well. He also said that he treats it as a business and makes it a point not to get emotionally involved with any of his clients. He provides a good service and has happy customers who return to him over and over. Many of them are wealthy older men who not only pay him well but frequently give him expensive gifts (Rolex watches, gold jewelry, etc.), which he usually wears once or twice and then sells. One evening, I couldn’t get the idea of Tom as a sex worker out of my mind until I noticed, quite by accident, that I was rock hard, almost throbbing in my pants. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became. In the end, just unzipping and pulling my dick out was enough to send me over the edge and I pumped a load into the toilet. Then I did the same the next morning. And that evening. Two days before the end of Christmas break, I told Tom that I wanted to pay for his return airfare back to school but he refused saying that he had plenty of cash. I was insistent and he reiterated that he was proud to work for his income and was happy to spend what he had worked hard for. I don’t know what came over me but before I thought about it, I blurted out, “what is your fee?” “That depends on what I do and how long I stay,” he answered. “What if someone wants two hours of your time and wants to fuck you,” I asked. “That would be $500.” “Isn’t that about what your return airfare is,” I asked. “Yeah, for first class.” “Wait right here.” I walked into my bedroom and came back a couple of minutes later handing him five hundred dollar bills. “I told you Dad, I don’t want your money, I don’t need it.” “I’m not giving you anything Tom, I am hiring you.” “What do you mean?” “You said it was $500 to fuck you for two hours.” “Are you saying, Dad, that you want to fuck me?” “I said I am hiring you to provide a service, one that I’ve heard you are pretty good at.” “I’m not pretty good, I’m damned good.” “All the more reason to hire you. I want you to treat me just like you treat any of your clients.” “Okay, let me go get ready. Meet you in your bedroom?” he asked. “No, let’s use the guest room. Meet you there in twenty minutes?” “See you then, Dad” and he strode out of the room as he shoved the money in his pocket. Twenty minutes later I walked into the guest room wearing a silk robe with just my briefs on underneath. Tom was standing in the middle of the room waiting for me, fully dressed. He spoke with an air of formality. “Welcome, Mr. White. What would you like me to call you this evening? Mr. White? David? Or, there’s always Daddy.” He didn’t give any hint of recognition as he talked to me. “Let’s go with Daddy. It seems appropriate.” He hadn’t called me that since he was about five years old. “Fine, Daddy. I am going to do all that I can to make this a memorable evening for you. Just to be clear, we agreed on two hours and that you could mount me if you would like.” “Yes, Tom, that is my understanding as well.” “Wonderful.” He stepped closer to me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me close. As our lips met, I felt his breath, and then I felt his lips on mine and his tongue darting into my mouth. His chest pressed against mine, his belly against mine, his crotch against mine, his thighs against mine. Suddenly I felt very hot. My god, my son was giving me another erection. He stepped away and asked if I would like to help him undress. I nodded so he raised his arms and I pulled his shirt off over his head. His chest was well muscled. It was then that I realized I hadn’t seen his body for more than two years and he was fucking gorgeous. There was a whisp of hair that swirled down below his belly button and disappeared into his pants. He stood there waiting for me to make the next move so I undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants, which fell into a pile around his feet. He stepped out of them and pulled off his socks in a single move. There he was, standing in front of me wearing just skimpy silk briefs that had an obscene bulge. He expertly pushed the robe off my shoulders and pulled my briefs down to the floor. As far as I knew, he had never seen me with a hard-on before but I was not the least embarrassed or ashamed. I was enjoying this. He knelt in front of me and ever so gently took my dickhead into his mouth. Not really sucking, just making love to it. I thought he was going to send me over the edge right away but he played me expertly. He was clearly a pro. He knew how to excite me but keep me from cumming, how to make me edge. He licked down the sides of my dick, then swallowed me down his throat in one gulp. He held me there for longer than I thought possible as his throat muscles contracted sending waves of pleasure through my loins. If I hadn’t already cum once that day thinking about him, I know I would have shot in his mouth at this point. He guided me backwards until I found the bed and sat down. He raised and spread my legs, revealing my asshole. As his tongue touched my asshole, I felt electricity shoot through my body radiating out from my butt. I moaned and he drove his tongue in deeper. He licked flat-tongued across my asshole, and I wanted desperately to cum. He licked my taint and I was putty in his hands. I was simultaneously hard as a rock and completely relaxed – a combination I don’t think I had ever really experienced before. He turned me so that my body stretched out the length of the bed, dropped his silky briefs, and mounted me straddling my body. He lowered himself onto my dick and impaled himself. He let out a moan of satisfaction as my dick entered him fully and completely. He waited a second or two to get used to the feeling and then started riding me up and down, slowly at first and then gaining momentum. In no time, he was pounding up and down, taking my dick like the pro he clearly was. He had this amazing ability to know when I was approaching that point of no return and then back off just enough to keep me away from the precipice. He did this over and over making the need and desire to cum ever more compelling. Suddenly, before I knew it, I was once again approaching that point of no return but rather that back off, he charged forward and I felt a wave building within me that I hadn’t felt before. It rolled over me, and then again, and again. It was more powerful than any cum I had ever felt. It was as if the cum was being suctioned out of my balls. I pumped load after load into Tom’s ass and wished I had more to follow. When I was through, I noticed for the first time, globs of his cum on my chest. He had cum with me. As I laid there gasping for breath, he slowly lifted himself off of me and pulled free. It was only then that I happened to glance over and see a clock. It was exactly two hours after we had started. He really was a fucking pro. I pulled him close and gave him one more deep mouth-to-mouth kiss. He responded and said, “Thanks, Daddy.” And then he was gone. I laid there for at least a half hour gathering my strength before I trusted myself to get up and make my way to my bedroom. I found my robe but just carried it in my hand along with my briefs. I fell into my bed and slept like I hadn’t slept in years. I didn’t even bother brushing my teeth or doing any of my usual nighttime routine. I woke up earlier than usual the next morning feeling brighter and more excited than usual. I was ready to face life with a smile. I fixed breakfast for Tom and me and we made a point of not talking about the prior evening. That was a business arrangement, not between father and son. Over the following years, he and I had sex many many times but I always paid him his going rate. After all, he was a professional and I was one of his recurring clients, even though he always called me “Daddy.”

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