Fucking My Son for the First Time
submitted March 23, 2006
Categories: Family Fun
The first time I fucked my son was in a bathroom stall at a gay movie theater. We were both drunk – or at least I was, I think Sam was high. It was around midnight on a Friday night. I had been there about half an hour. I don’t know how long he had been there. It was a big theater. Anyway, when we ran into each other in the flickering light of the balcony it was apparent to both us why the other was there and without a word he grabbed my arm and led me to the john.
It was the only place with any privacy and I fucked his twenty year old ass filling him with my forty year old cum. I fucked him hard and he took it like a man. He had an amazing butt and his hole was tight but it was clear to he was no virgin back there. He loved every second of it, squirming his hips and moaning like a hustler. I know I wasn’t even the first that night; he was too lubricated and open. I wondered how many men had already worked his ass that night. The more I thought about it the harder I got. After I finished plowing him I know he spread his cheeks for other guys that night because I saw him. Anyway, he led to the john. There was only one stall and it didn’t have a door but it was still the most private place around. He dropped his gym shorts and stepped out of them – he didn’t have anything else on except flip flops on his feet – and bent forward offering me his butt. He spread his legs and braced himself by leaning forward over the toilet and putting his arms on the wall in front of him.
I was so turned on I don’t think I had ever been so hard in my life. He looked over his shoulder at me, “Come on Dad, fuck me!” I didn’t think I would ever hear a sentence like that but it sent a jolt of electricity through me. My cock ached it was so hard... I ran my hand down his ass, felt the indentations on both sides, the smooth nearly hairless skin, and then slid my fingers down his crack to his puckered hole. I lined up my dickhead and pressed against the button of his asshole. I pressed gently, feeling his most private flesh against my most private flesh.
He arched his back and pushed back against me. He wanted it as badly as I did. I pressed harder and he slowly opened up swallowing me whole in one long gulp. I slid into him in slow motion until my pubes pressed against his smooth butt. That’s when his hips started dancing. Up to then he had been perfectly still. Now he was dancing, swaying this way and that, forward and back. He loved being fucked. It only made me harder.
A couple of guys, who came in the john, heard us and watched us fuck. I didn’t mind. They had no idea we were father and son. As far as they knew, we were just two guys going at it. I reached around his body and jacked his hard dick as I fucked his butt. He came just after me. I aimed his dick into the toilet and he let the cum fly. I couldn’t see how much he shot, but I could feel his dick pulse and spasm in my hand. I wiped his dickhead clean with my hand and then licked my fingers clean. I just had to taste him.
After fucking him, we found seats in the back corner of the balcony and started making out, kissing like teenagers, tonguing like whores. I slid a hand down the back of his shorts and fingered his slick well-used hole. His tongue danced in my mouth as I fingered him. His hand was massaging my hard cock when I started to cum again. He immediately bent down and drank me dry sucking the cum out of balls. I’ve never felt so drained. In about fifteen minutes I had shot two huge loads. I hadn’t done that in forever. I leaned back in my seat with my arm around my son’s nearly naked body. He let my deflating cock slip from his mouth and nestled against me. He kissed me and surprised me by feeding me my own cum. It was warm and mixed with his spit. We exchanged it back and forth between our mouths until it all disappeared.
There was a young guy two rows in front of us who was making eye contact with Sam. I let Sam know it was okay for him to leave me. He may be my son, but he wasn’t my date. I was pretty well spent but I knew he could go on strong for hours. He had dropped his shorts in the floor and he left them laying there. He walked down two rows completely naked, hard dick pointing in front of him. He sat down beside the guy, but soon he got up and sat on the guy’s lap; Sam was getting fucked again.
I watched my son (who was completely naked now) get fucked by a total stranger in a seedy movie theater and it made my cock hard as a rock even though I had just cum twice. It was an incredible turn on watching the scene in front of me. It didn’t take long and Sam had another load of cum up his butt. From there he moved to another row farther down and to the right and I think he got fucked again but I couldn’t see very clearly. I eventually left the theater knowing that Sam was having a good time and doing exactly what I had done when I was his age. I don’t know when or how or if he found his shorts again. When I got up the next morning Sam was asleep alone in his bedroom.
I can’t say it came as any surprise to me that he was gay. I don’t think he was surprised by me either. It did break the ice though. After that night, we both felt free to bring guys home and let them spend the night without making excuses or trying to hide it. Sam made no bones about it when he brought a guy home after that. They would fuck and suck and whatever else they wanted to and not make any effort to be quiet. I rather enjoyed listening to my son make love to another man. More than once I laid spread eagle in bed jacking off while listening to the sounds of frantic young male sex coming from Sam’s bedroom. He didn’t close his bedroom door, I didn’t close mine. Presumably he could here me just as clearly when I brought home a lover.
Just from listening, I learned what he liked and didn’t like. I know he likes to rim and be rimmed, to fuck and be fucked, to cuddle and kiss, but he had no great fondness for sucking. How many fathers know that much about their son’s love life? I do and I’m glad I do. I also try to get a look at the guys he brought home – they are usually about his age, sometimes a bit older. They tend to be handsome, tall, lean rather than muscular, dark hair, full lips, and clean shaven. The exact sort of guys I would pick up if I were him. Somehow it is a great turn-on for me to know that my son and I have the same taste in men. We both look for the same qualities.
Every once in a while, not often enough to become a pattern or expected, Sam will slip in bed with me and spend the night. Sometimes we make love, but not always. Sometimes he just wants to be close to me. I always want to be close to him. Nothing is better than to feel his naked body pressed close to mine. Our bodies spooning, my body curving around his, protecting him, pretending to keep him just for me, my crotch pressed against his soft/firm ass, my arms around his shoulders or cradling his head, his soft snoring, and steady breathing. I stay awake just listening to him breathe and feeling him close. On nights like that I hate for morning to come.
When it does I have to jack off in the shower or I’m hard all morning. Sam knows the effect he has on me and more often than not he obliges by sucking or jacking me off. It never takes long when he does.