Chapter 3 – Chapter 3

If I thought the moment Dad walked into the spa was awkward, it paled in comparison to the moment we were currently in. We both lay there quietly, still staring at the ceiling, our cum splattered all over our hands and clothes. I heard the shop door open followed by the mumbling of men talking.

I was practically paralyzed…not out of fear, but more out of indecision. Do I talk to Dad about the moment we just shared? About the feelings and desires that went through my mind as I watched him? Was he wondering the same thing? My heart was practically beating out of my chest, waiting…hoping…that he would break the ice. Neither of us were apparently brave enough in the moment and, to be honest, the room where Tony jerks off onto clients' faces might not be the most appropriate place to have that discussion. I put my cock back in my shorts, zipped up, wiped the cum off my hand with a nearby towel, and left the spa room without saying a word.

"See you in a month as usual?" Tony asked as he was cutting another client's hair. Wait a month for Tony's dick? I don't think so!

"I have a wedding I'm going to," I lied. "I'll be back next week for a touch-up." He gave me a knowing wink and waved at me with his scissors. I opened the shop door and headed to my car.

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I was laying in bed listening to music when I heard the garage door open. Mom had just texted to let me know she wouldn't be home for a bit, so I knew Dad had just gotten home. I closed my eyes and tried to think through the different ways things could unfold. The most likely path, I thought, was that we would simply ignore that anything ever happened. Which would be okay in some respects, but it wouldn't keep me from seeing him giving head like a porn star, or his magnificent cock shooting cum all over the place.

The visions dancing through my head, the ones that were currently making my cock semi-hard, were interrupted by a knock on the doorjamb to my bedroom.

"Can I come in?" Dad asked. I sat up in my bed and shifted around so I was sitting on the edge of the mattress.

"Sure," I answered. my voice cracking a bit. Dad walked into the room and sat on the bed next to me. He placed his hands in his lap and let out a heavy sigh. We both started to talk at the same time, which caused us to chuckle, breaking the tension, if only slightly.

"You go ahead, son."

"So…how long have you…" I asked, tentatively.

"How long have I been doing that with Tony? Or how long have I…well…how long have I been with men?"

"Both, I guess," I asked. His relationship with Tony was certainly one I was curious about, but the latter was far more intriguing.

"Tony…Tony," dad let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. "Junior year of college. To your other question…you know Graham…" Dad said, his voice trailing off a little. I did know Graham, quite well. He was Dad's roommate his sophomore year of college. They moved to different places after that year – Dad stayed in the dorm while Graham moved to an apartment – but they remained best of friends since then. I knew they were close, but that close?

"You and Graham?" I asked, knowing the answer and wondering how I didn't see it before. The way they looked at each other when together, the way they would hug when saying hello, gentle touches of the hand. I guess I had gotten so used to seeing their subtle signs of affection that it never registered that it could be something more.

"Yes, me and Graham…and me and Steve and Daniel…" he continued.

"Steve and Daniel, our neighbors?" I asked incredulously. Dad nodded with a faint smile. Steve and Daniel lived in houses on either side of ours, both were married with kids and had seemed like devoted husbands. My mind started to swirl as he listed names of other men he'd been with: men in our neighborhood, his co-workers, guys he played softball with, some of my friends' dads. Dad was unloading and, as he did, it looked as though a tremendous weight was being lifted off his shoulders.

As the initial shock wore off and he talked more about his past – and present – I found that I wasn't upset by it. On the contrary, I was surprised by how aroused it was making me. My dad was a total cock slut! Judging from my feelings earlier today, that apple might not have fallen far from the tree.

"Does mom know?"

"Not about Tony, no, but she knows about the other men. She's been wonderful about that. She's even gone so far as to play matchmaker from time to time." I was absolutely floored hearing that; who were these people and what have they done with my parents? I found myself wondering if Mom had been getting some on the side, too. With long, slender legs, a firm ass and huge, round tits, she was the definition of a MILF. She would have no problem fucking anyone she wanted. That was a topic I could broach some other day, though.

"What about you? How long have you…?" Dad probed.

"With Tony, today. With men… a few months after I turned 18, after some drinking in a friend's dorm room." I started to list off the cocks I'd made cum: my roommate, the RA in my dorm, random hookups in the park, time spent at a glory hole at a house party, a few professors…

"I'm curious," Dad said, sliding closer to me. "How did you and Tony get your start today?" I got goosebumps when I felt his leg touch mine. It was probably innocent, but it caused my cock to leak precum into my boxers.

"He started rubbing his crotch against the back of my hand. I figured it was incidental, and shrugged it off, but then he kept doing it. So I decided to find out for sure: I reached out for his cock and started to rub it through his pants. When he didn't pull away…"

"…One thing led to another, and the next thing you know, you got an invitation to the spa," Dad chuckled. "Some things never change. It was the same with me." We both chuckled and then drifted into silence. I had an absolutely raging hard-on, an obvious tent forming in my shorts. Filled with a mixture of embarrassment and nervousness, I looked down, staring at my tent pole, trying to will it back down. My eyes glanced towards Dad's crotch. His hard on was even more pronounced, his shorts straining against his massive member.

A jolt of sexual electricity shot through my body as he placed his hand on my cock, wrapping his fingers around the shaft. I looked up at him, our eyes locked. We both leaned forward and kissed. Tentatively at first, his hand still on my cock. I placed my hand on his crotch and rubbed my hand up and down the shaft. I slid my tongue inside of his mouth, which was met by a deep, lustful groan. I pushed him back on the bed and laid on top of him, our kisses becoming more passionate, his hands rubbing my back.

I started to grind my crotch against his leg, dry humping him. I ran my hand down his chest, across his stomach, between his legs, to his foot long cock. I rubbed it through his shorts as we kissed, my lust for his cock growing. Our lips parted briefly.

"I want to suck your cock," I admitted. I was running my hand up and down his full length, his cock twitching at my touch.

"Only if I get to suck yours," he smiled. I gave him a kiss before I moved down his body. I slipped his shorts off and pulled down his boxers. I had seen his cock at the spa, but that view didn't give it justice. Mere inches away from my face, his cock was almost intimidating it was so massive.

"Fucking hell," I whispered before I started to lick his bulbous head, tasting his precum. I ran my tongue up and down and all around his entire length, bathing his member with my spit. I flicked my tongue down the underside of his shaft, moving lower and lower until I reached his balls. I grabbed the base of his cock with my hand and lifted it up so I had clear access to his smooth balls. They were, by far, the largest I'd ever seen. I moved my mouth closer and started to lick and suck them like they were candy. I couldn't help but moan with ecstasy as I slurped and licked them over and over, my hand slowly working up and down his shaft.

I was in pure heaven.

I moved my tongue from his balls, back up his shaft, and to his head. I swirled my tongue around it, playing with it, coaxing out a steady flow of precum. I opened my mouth wide and slid my lips down, pushing his head in. His girth and length was so large that I could barely fit any of him in my mouth. I started to jerk him off with both hands as I pushed as much of him in my mouth as I could. My drool ran down his cock, lubricating his shaft for my hands and its ever-increasing speed. I felt his body grow stiff and I knew his orgasm was near.

In my mind I had pictured swallowing his entire load, but the sheer intensity and volume of his orgasm made that impossible. After swallowing four mouthfuls I pulled away to catch my breath, his cock spurting ropes of his thick, salty cum all over my face. Once his cock stopped blasting me with cum I crawled up his body and we kissed, his cum dripping onto his face.

He rolled me over on my back and freed my cock from the confines of my shorts. There was no foreplay involved – he went straight to deepthroating me. He devoured my cock with an almost insatiable hunger, his head bobbing up and down, his lips pressing down to my abdomen with each downward thrust.

"Oh FUCK!!!" I shouted as I started to cum, my jizz filling his mouth. The orgasm was so powerful I almost passed out. My limp cock fell out of his mouth as he crawled up my body and kissed me, my load spilling out of his mouth and into mine. We swapped my cum back and forth, swallowing it gradually, our tongues coated in my salty jizz. Our growing erections pushed against one another, signalling we were ready for a second round.

He was about to turn around for a 69 when we were interrupted by the sound of the garage door opening. We both let out a loud, disappointed groan. We rolled off the bed and started to get dressed.

"We can finish this later," he said as I wiped his cum off my face with my bed sheet. We smiled, kissed, and headed downstairs.