“You want another, son?” Frank Mazza asked as he and his son Anthony sat in the living room of Frank’s townhouse. Thursdays after work were generally dad-and-son time, a chance to catch up outside of work. It was pretty much the same every week. Two beers before Tony went back to the “luxury apartment” he shared with his girlfriend Becky. The TV on mute as ESPN or some sports game played. Conversation drifting between small talk to serious matters and back to small talk.
Every Thursday Frank asked his son if he wanted a third beer, and every Thursday Tony declined. Frank gathered Tony wasn’t pussy whipped or anything, but the two had shared enough guy talk to know the 24-year-old never liked to miss a day when it came to sex and if he came home too late, or too drunk, Becky wouldn’t put out.
The Mazza men had shared a lot more guy talk lately.
Tony lifted up his bottle and gave it a glance before finishing it off with a final swig. The kid had the killer Mazza smile and those soulful brown eyes that made him a ladies man in high school and in his fraternity days at college. “Yeah, sound good, Dad,” he said. “Though I’ll have to take an Uber or something.”
Frank cracked a grin and patted Tony’s knee with his big mitt of a hand before he hoisted his beefy body up. “You’re always welcome to crash in the spare room.”
Tony grinned. “You ever gonna put away all my football trophies?” he laughed.
Frank chuckled. “It’s still your room, Tone… I guess a father never gets over the empty nest thing.”
Tony rolled his eyes some but didn’t lose that Mazza smile. “Empty nest? Dad, we see each other practically every day. More than after the divorce.”
Frank winced a little in the grimace. That had been tough. He still didn’t know if he’d made the right move divorcing Janice when he did. It killed him to think he’d put his son through that, and selfishly he knew it had made his relationship with Tone a lot tougher for a lot of years. “Yeah,” he said softly.
“Come on, Dad,” Anthony objected. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
Frank nodded and went to get two more beers. He felt relieved when he came back and indeed Tony was in one of his relaxed, happy go lucky moods.
“Long day,” the son said as he took a sip.
“Now you know how I’ve felt all these years,” Frank said. It wasn’t that Frank Mazza didn’t value being a family man, but he’d always been a workaholic. He loved being in the provider role, maybe, and certainly loved the satisfaction of an honest day’s work, maybe it was more satisfying than the emotional connections he sometimes had a hard time with in marriage.
Anthony shrugged. “I don’t mind the hours when I know I’m working for myself.”
Frank grinned. He was 44 now and thick-muscular Italian looks were now more clearly handsome. Gray temples set off his tan face and his otherwise dark hair. And his clean-shaven scruff made his dark complexion more alluringly masculine. “You know… I didn’t expect you’d come back and join the business,” he said, opening up with that third beer.
Tony grinned. “Yeah, Dad. I know. But I never had a doubt I wanted to… I mean… you worked hard to build the business up, I wanna do the Mazza name proud.”
Frank worried he was going to get emotional. He and Tone had a rough patch when he was in high school, and he knew for sure that once the kid went off to college and got the degree his father never did… well, Frank expected Tony to never look back.
Instead, Mazza Contractors became Mazza and Son. They joked that Frank was the Brawn and Tony was the brains. It wasn’t like his son wasn’t muscular in his own right – a former tight end in high school and a regular devotee of the gym these days, Tony was downright buff. But he had a Bachelors in Business Administration and a good head for accounting. Tony was already the one interfacing with clients, generally well-to-do suburbanites looking for an upscale kitchen or bathroom remodel job. More than Frank, he knew how to talk those fuckers’ language and how to placate demanding Karens. And when needed, Frank would show up to assure them of that blue-collar work ethic.
“So…” Frank said, changing the subject. “Becky not expecting you home?”
Tony shook his head. He had a look that was a mix of wounded and defiant. “Nah, we broke up.”
“What?” the father said. Maybe because Tony had rekindled things with his high school sweetheart after graduation, he expected this one to last. “Sorry to hear, son.”
Tony shrugged. “It’s all right. It kind of sucks, but I was the one to call things off.”
Frank leaned forward, his brown eyes showing that parental concern. “Can I ask what the problem was?”
Gone was that Mazza smile as Tony explained. “It’s just… you know how Becky is very independent. You know, the career woman type… I don’t know, Dad… I think I need someone more traditional.”
“Traditional?” Frank questioned.
Tony grinned. “Yeah, you know, kind of like you and Mom. The wife staying home, taking care of things, the man being the bread winner. That kind of thing.”
Frank patted Tony’s shoulder in reassurance. “I know times have changed,” he said. “But I’m pretty sure there are some traditional women out there.”
Tony nodded. “Probably, yeah.”
Frank leaned in and said in a quiet, conspiratorial tone. “Just be careful… some of the traditional girls… well, they sometimes expect to be spoiled some. Particularly if they’re pretty.”
Tony laughed. “I know Mom was a princess, Dad,” he said. “You don’t have to mince words.”
Frank clapped Tone’s firm shoulder and withdrew his hand. “Guess not. Look… I made a promise I was never gonna speak ill of your mother to ya. But I’ll just say there were times I wish I’d been supported more at home. After a ten hour day, sometimes a man just wants to be pampered a little when he gets home, you know?”
Tony’s eyes met his. “That’s it in a nutshell, Dad. It’s just us guys, right?” the son asked as a prelude to what he was about to say. Not all fathers and sons talked openly about sex, but Frank never seemed to have any hangups, and since Tony had first gone to college they reconnected almost like buddies as much as family.
“Yeah,” Frank assured him. “Just us guys.”
“Becky was nice and all… and in my way I loved her, Dad. Still do.. but, fuck… I’d get home from the office and she’d be yammering about all her work crap and I’d just want to kick back and get a fucking blowjob.”
Tony’s crude words didn’t shock Frank. Just as Frank’s never shocked Tony.
“I hear ya, son,” the man said. “Your old man’s not one to be handing out dating advice, but you should find a girl who likes giving head and doesn’t mind giving it.”
Tony grinned. “Had one girl in college who did. But she was a stuck up bitch,” he said. “She thought she was slumming it by going out with an Italian dude… I guess we both used each other.”
Frank grinned. He had a good idea which girl Tone was talking about.
But his son’s train of thought had already moved on. “Well, it’s a hell of a lot easier with guys.”
Frank’s eyes went wide. He’d had a couple experiences like that under his belt. But the father-son chats had never gone there, not even in their most buddy-buddy candidness. “You done that, Tone?”
His son took a sip of beer and nodded. “It’s easy as ordering fucking takeout, Dad,” he laughed. “You go on your phone, see what’s on the menu, pick out a cocksucker… and then it’s pick up or delivery.” His accent was now half North Jersey, half generic college-bro, but as he talked crudely, his thicker Jersey side won out.
Frank laughed. His mind was going to where he tried not to let it go. To the idea of his own son’s cock and some man servicing it. “Easier than when I was your age,” the father blurted out.
Now it was Anthony’s turn to be surprised. “You done that, too, Pop?”
Frank blushed, but he didn’t want to seem like the shy one. “Well, maybe a little younger than you… before I married your mother… sure, but it was more buddies helping each other out, you know?”
Anthony gave a half-shrug, half-nod that said he’d never had that kind of arrangement with his friends. Then his lips curled into a naughty smile. “You, uh, interested in some fun, Dad?” he asked.
Frank gulped. His mind was definitely going somewhere it shouldn’t. And at that moment he wished his only son wasn’t so goddamn handsome…. “Whaddya mean?” he asked softly.
Tony pulled out his phone and swiped to open it. “There’s one guy who always drops everything when I hit him up,” he typed the phone screen a couple times and looked up. “He’s really fucking good, Dad… my favorite lately… I’m sure he’d be up for taking care of you, too.”
“I don’t know, Tone,” Frank said, caution kicking in.
But his son was undeterred. “Come on, Dad, it’ll be fun…” Then leaning back, he flashed that Mazza smile to his father and asked, “when was the last time you got laid?”
Frank shook his head. “I’m not sure this is something a father discusses with his son.”
“It’s just us guys, Dad,” Tony countered. “How long?”
Frank blushed again. “Eight months.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” his son swore. He went back to messaging the online cocksucker. “You’re definitely getting some head tonight.”
The burly, blue collar man thought he’d be pissed at Tony for being bossy like this. But he was secretly glad. He needed to get out of his comfort zone. Maybe Tone was onto something, using guys until the right woman came along. And he even more secretly he felt a thrill at seeing his normally good-kid of a son have a naughty sexual side. A take charge side.
“There,” Tony said with a laugh as he set down his phone. “Told ya. He’ll be over in fifteen minutes.”
Fear came again to the Dad. “Is he… um gonna do both of us? At the same time?” The idea thrilled Frank but scared the hell out of him too.
Tony shook his head. Eyes meeting his father’s for that brief moment of illicit knowledge passed between them. Tony imagining that incestuous scenario but he laughed it off. “Fuck that would be wild… ha, no, we’ll take turns. He knows you’re my dad, though… I think that turns the fucker on… hope you don’t mind.”
“No,” Frank replied quietly. Then looking into Tony’s brown eyes, he asked, “He’s good, you say?”
“The best,” the son replied. He nudged Frank’s arm. “Seriously, he’s gonna put those high school buddies of yours to shame.”
Frank was still nervous when the guy showed up. Ian was his name. Good looking, gym built gay dude in his late 30s. Surprisingly comfortable being led in by Tony.
“Ian… this is my Dad. Dad, this is Ian,” Tony said. Weirdly confident and relaxed. “Ok, if I go first? I could fuck a hole in the wall I’m so horny.”
Frank felt a tightness in his crotch. He’d shared guy talk with Tone, but never seen his boy quite like this. He just gave a nod and watched his son lead Ian down the hall.
The wait was interminable. But was really five minutes tops. Then Tony strutted in, face flushed, a smile showing. That recognizable just-got-laid relaxation on his face.
“Your turn, Dad. He’s waiting in my room for ya.”
“Thanks,” Frank said, standing up. He considered backing out, but he was too turned on now. He wasn’t as nearly self conscious as he should have been by the hardon his son could see or the smirk Tony flashed when he saw it.
Ian was waiting for him all right. Sitting on Tony’s old bed, surrounded by his son’s old stuff that Frank kept in that second bedroom, all the posters and the football trophies. The man was unzipped and had a cock in hand and a horny look on his face.
“God, I can’t believe this,” the cocksucker said.
Frank didn’t know a lot of gay guys, but this guy was rearranging a lot of his hang ups fast. He looked at the guy’s dick. The first he’d seen up close and personal in a long time. He shut the bedroom door and locked it. Then turned to Ian.
“Ok, if I suck you?” he asked. He was almost too chicken to ask, but he knew he’d never get a chance like this again.
Ian’s eyes went wide in surprise for a second, then he let go of his prick, a solid tool nearing seven inches and standing ramrod straight as the man leaned back on his arms on Tony’s bed. “Sure, man… go for it.”
Frank Mazza was running on adrenaline. The way he crouched down and got in place. Like he’d seen chicks do in porn. He was like one of those bimbos, he thought, but the idea didn’t scare him like he thought. It turned him the fuck on.
“God yes,” Ian hissed as Frank started taking that dick into his mouth. “Suck me, Daddy.”
Hell, this was fucking with Frank’s mind. He bobbed faster and deeper. He choked some and Ian had to tell him to go slower. He did and gradually he got into a good rhythm, a nice balance between speed and depth.
THIS felt incredible, the father decided. Not like those truth-or-dare experiments or those BJ swaps with his high school buddies. This was raw intense sex between meen. Frank was 44 and just now discovering how right this felt for him. He sucked more furiously, happy his gag reflex was holding off. Barely but holding off.
Even as cum pulsed into his throat. Ian didn’t bother to announce his orgasm. Didn’t matter: Frank would have swallowed that load greedily. He almost didn’t want to relinquish that prick, but Ian was getting sensitive.
“Damn… you should definitely treat your son to THAT,” he laughed. “That’s some great head.”
Frank leaned up. He was beyond thinking straight, he was horny as hell and hard in his jeans. “What?” he asked.
Ian grinned. “Dude, you’re both such pervs… Tony couldn’t stop talking about you the whole time I blew him.”
“For real?” Frank asked excitedly, not concealing what he wanted the answer to be.
“For real,” the man assured him. Then reading the older man’s face, he added, “That turns you on, doesn’t it?”
Frank nodded, tears welling up a little, but his dick hard as steel.
Ian grinned and reached down to rub Frank’s crotch and unbutton him. “I wanna suck you too, man… first son, then father… total fantasy on a silver platter.”
Frank grunted and nodded. And then watched as an experienced cocksucker crouched down and slowly, expertly brought him off to a deep cum.
The two got straightened up and Ian got a suddenly sheepish look on his face. “If I give you my number, will you let me know if anything happens between you two?”
Frank could tell the incest thing was a big turn on for this guy. But was feeling less comfortable now. “I don’t know, man.”
“Come on… just take my number. You don’t have to tell me anything too private. Hell if you just wanna hit me up for some no-strings fun, that’s cool.”
“Yeah,” Frank relented. He had to admit that idea was appealing.
Ian gave a quick wave as he walked past Tony. “Later, man.”
“Yep,” Tony half waved and went back to watching sports.
Frank had a similarly primal look of sexual satisfaction his son did a while ago. But as he sat down, he realized that maybe something more had transpired that evening. That maybe the genie was out of the bottle.
He looked over at his son. He had the Mazza nose and jaw line, along with some of his mother’s good looks. Tony was a stunner, all right, just the kind of young stud that was just “nice” and approachable to get women to put out.
Frank thought about what it would be like to suck his son’s cock.
Tony caught his father looking. He glanced over with a wink. “Ian’s good, right, Dad?”
Frank blushed and nodded, turning his attention back to the TV and picking up the beer for a much needed gulp. It was half-warm but he didn’t care. The man was parched now. “Yep, Tone,” he finally replied. “Like you said… the best.”
2
The Mazza men chalked it up to the new project that was having them work late, pretty much every night. Mazza and Sons had won the bid for a community center building and had been aggressive in the timeline they could offer. It was part of the son’s Anthony’s plan to get into higher-budget, higher-profit contract work.
But this was the third night in a row when the father and son looked at each other around 7PM, silently reading the other’s expression, trying to feel each other out.
“Feel like Chinese take out, Dad? Or maybe pizza?” Tony asked, looking away from the email he was trying to work through. He did his Crossfit classes in the morning and liked to start the workday with a relatively clean slate, even if it meant putting in extra hours in the evening.
Frank’s heart beat a little faster as he took in his son’s handsome features. Some fathers were just super devoted to their sons, he reckoned, but with Frank, that love of Anthony took on a perverted spin. He low-key resented his hunky son for getting them started on this little game they were playing, and he loved the kid for it, too.
Maybe Frank would take the initiative tonight. “Why don’t we get that other kind of take out first, Tone?” he said with a naughty grin.
That brought out a matching one in Tony. That Mazza smile. “Yeah? I could go for that for sure,” he said, leaning back in his chair. He was dressed in professional-casual “contractor” attire of a gray polo and khakis, but even those showed off his muscular, youthful build. “Who ya thinking, Pop?”
Frank knew, but didn’t want to seem too eager. It had been a month since Tony showed him the fun of the no-string blowjob from men on the app. In that time they’d shared that experience, generally with the same cocksucker, Ian. They tried out another one but it hadn’t felt the same, in part because the Mazza men were nervous about being sussed out as father and son. Ian knew and not only didn’t care, but actually encouraged the clear erotic tension between Frank and Tony.
“Ian,” the father now said. “He’s really fucking good at it.”
Anthony smiled. He’d been hoping for that answer. “The best.”
Tony messaged Ian. Frank had the guy’s cell number and used it frequently on his own, to suck the guy off, but his son didn’t know that.
“He’ll be here in 15,” Tony said proudly as he set down his phone. With a glint in his brown eyes, he looked over at his dad. “You’ve really gotten into this, Pop.”
Frank blushed but gave a nonchalant shrug. “Leave it to my son to show me new tricks,” he said. “Besides… I’m 44, not 84… I still got needs.”
That made Tony smile. “I think you passed on that sex drive to me, Pop.”
“Too much for Becky?” Frank asked. Before this would have been a sore subject, maybe.
His son nodded. “Too much for any chick,” he replied.
“You’ll find her, Anthony, you’ll find the one. I know it.”
“Thanks, Pop.” He hissed. “Fuck, I’m boned.”
This was a new openness too. The Mazzas had indulged guy talk before, sex talk. But now Tony was more open about his cock and his hardons.
His father looked over and tried to see without staring. He’d been thinking a lot of his son’s dick. It was a forbidden thought, but the more he tried to suppress it the stronger the urge got. “Promise me something, Tone.”
Anthony leaned back in his office chair. “Sure, Pop. What?”
That made Frank laugh a little. “I didn’t even tell ya what.”
Anthony flashed that killer smile. He certainly inherited a double share of the Mazza good looks. “Doesn’t matter. You’d give me the shirt off your back. Figure I could do what you ask.”
“Well, when you find your next girl, Tone… make sure she’s gonna take care of you.”
Antony grinned. “I take it you’re talking about more than cooking and laundry.”
“That, too,” Frank said. “I know you want a traditional wife.”
“Yep,” the son said, his face getting more serious.
The father took that in. He felt like maybe he’d raised Tony with unrealistic expectations. His ex wife was a good mother, but maybe Tony put her on a pedestal. Frank didn’t want to bad mouth her, but he wanted to make sure his son found a woman who’d be more supportive of him than Cathy had been.
Frank was gonna reply, but Tony’s phone buzzed with a text. The grin on the son’s face was adorable as he looked back up. “He’s here. Fuck… I’m horny.” He got up and walked over to the door to greet Ian.
Frank felt a flash of embarrassment when Ian walked in. The guy was good looking, not Anthony Mazza good looking. But Frank had hooked up with the gym-built man a few times on his own. He felt bad sneaking around like this, but maybe it wasn’t Tony’s business if his old man was enjoying his chance at sucking cock.
Ian for his part seemed to relish the naughty secret. Hooking up with both father and son. He had that impish smile now as he walked in ahead of Tony, who was shutting the office door behind them. “Hey Frank,” he greeted.
“Hey,” Frank said gruffly, more gruffly than he intended. But he was nervous.
Tony’s eagerness put him at ease though. Already, he was walking in around Ian and pawing at his khakis. “OK if I go first Pop? I’m so fucking horny.”
“Yeah,” the dad replied. He hoped the croak in his throat wouldn’t betray him. “I can…” he started.
Already Tony was unzipping and hauling out that thick Mazza dick. “You don’t gotta. It’s not gonna take me long today.”
Goddamn, that cock was beautiful. His son’s cock, so much like Frank’s and yet thicker, more manly somehow. The masculine power of it just made his son’s youthful cute handsomeness that more jarring. It was like Frank was fully reconciling two parts of his son’s personality. All while he tried to figure out where to look without seeming like THAT much of a perv.
Ian had no hesitation about worshipping the younger Mazza dick. He crouched down and ran his hands up and down Tony’s hairy, build thighs. The cocksucker’s face was nuzzling against Anthony’s balls a second before licking up the shaft.
“Aw yeah, bud… just fucking right,” Anthony gasped before Ian took that thick boner into his talented mouth.
Frank could see the tension build and release. Tony wasn’t cumming, not yet, but he was relaxing into the blowjob. Instinctively Frank knew how much his son had craved this. It was almost as hot to watch the facial reaction on Anthony’s face as it was to see that hard cock being serviced.
His son’s eyes lifted up from Ian to meet his Dad’s. Not pervy, not ashamed, not accusatory. The gaze was just direct and honest. “He’s an incredible cockscucker, right, Pop.”
Frank nodded dumbly, which somehow made Tony’s smile break out. Fuck, that smile.
With a leer, Anthony looked back down at Ian. “I’m getting close man… you ready, buddy?” he hissed. With a commanding gesture he put his hand on top of Ian’s head, which just encouraged the cocksucker to really go for it. Ian’s face turned redder as he doubled his efforts. Tony’s dick was thick and not easy to take like that, Frank guessed.
Tony’s face was getting redder itself as he reached orgasm. “FUCK!” he gasped. Frank had never been so excited in his life as now, watching Anthony cum. It was sexy and beautiful. He felt proud for his boy, and glad for him.
“Damn,” Anthony finally hissed as he pulled back. That hardon was doubly attractive slickened with spit and leftover cum. He looked back up at Frank. “Your turn, Pop.”
Ian was grinning. And Frank knew why. With Ian, when it was just the two of them, Frank was the cocksucker. But Ian wasn’t gonna let on. He sat back on his haunches and watched the father step up and pull out his own erection. Not quite as impressive as Tony’s dick, but closer.
It was only as Ian’s started going down on him that Frank realized the gay dude was extra worked up to be doing father and son like this. Together, one after the other. That knowledge was hitting Frank, too, deeply. “Fuck!” he gasped, the mouth strokes just adding to the pervy thrill.
Tony meanwhile was acting normal. Or as normal as a dude could be sharing a cocksucker with his father. He’d tucked back in and had walked over to rehydrate with a big slug from a water bottle. His dad’s outburst made him turn back around to the action.
“He gonna milk you off quick, too, Pop?” he laughed.
Frank nodded. Ian was great. Greater than great at this. But it was Tone’s presence that was gonna get him to the finish line, fast. His hot stud of a son looking on, like they were two fraternity brothers gangbanging some chick together.
Frank Mazza’s vision went blurry and white and a burst of wild pleasure jolted through is body. His Anthony was watching him cum. Surprisingly that was as incredible as witnessing his own son’s orgasm.
Frank breathed heavy as Ian lapped up the dribbles, his own hand jerking wildly. Frank’s paw reached down to creadle Ian’s head. Not possessively like Anthony’s grip, more encouraging. He had to thank this this gay dude for bringing him and his son together like this.
Ian was on cloud nine, even after he came and cleaned up. “It was a pleasure, fellas. Hit me up anytime,” he said. Frank could see the perv had a major bucket list to add to his experiences, and now that the father was in his post-nut clarity he resented that a little.
Anthony was back to his normal bro mode, backslapping Ian as he showed him out. When he strutted back he pulled out his phone. “I may meet my buddies to watch the game, Pop,” he said. “See ya tomorrow?”
Frank looked for reproach in his son’s face. Or guilt or something. But it was just the look of a young man who’d gotten his rocks off and now was ready to hang out with his friends.
“Sure, Tone. See ya tomorrow.”
3
It took two more joint BJ sesions before Frank got the courage. It was Thursday night, guy time at Frank’s house, the unofficial start the weekend night for father and son.
Frank didn’t have a big cooking repertoire, but he made a mean sunday Italian gravy. Tonight, he did a quicker meal of pasta and meatballs.
“Better than Ma’s, Pop,” Anthony exclaimed as he pushed his finished plate forward.
“Must have been hungry, Tone,” Frank grinned, eating up the compliment.
“You bet. On a bulking cycle at the gym,” the son exclaimed.
“You trying to get bigger son?” the father asked with some surprise. Anthony just seemed perfect to him already.
Anthony grinned. “You know how it is. The chicks like ’em big and strong.”
Frank felt his crotch grow tight.
“What about you Pop? You’re looking pretty fit these days.”
Forget muscles, Frank thought, those puppy dog brown eyes and Mazza smile were gonna be what made a woman put out.
“Just do enough to keep it up, ya know,” Frank replied. “Nothing like you, Tone.”
“You do all right, Pop,” Anthony grinned. “So… you getting out on the market again?”
Frank blushed. He didn’t know how to be honest with Anthony, or with himself for that matter. “Nah, not yet,” he replied. “Guess I’m not ready for that…” Frank blushed as he realized how fucking stupid he sounded. “I mean, sex is one thing Tone, but women my age, divorcees, they take some work.”
Anthony smiled. “I get it Pop. After Mom, you don’t want another princess.”
Frank gave a shrug, in a wasn’t-gonna-say it kind of way.
His son laughed. “At least Ian is a good consolation prize, right? He tells me you’ve been hitting him up a lot.”
“Yeah?” Frank gulped. God if that guy told Tony that Frank sucked dick, well, Frank didn’t know if he’d be more angry or mortified.
“You don’t need to be embarrassed, Pop. I’m the one who urged you to try out guys. Didn’t think you’d take to it like you have, but it’s cool.”
“Ian gonna spoil you, son?” Frank had to ask.
Anthony answered in a way that made it seemed like he’d been asking himself the same thing. “It’s certainly nice to have someone very willing and able, ya know? Ian’s not the only cocksucker I have in my contacts, but he’s the best.”
Frank’s crotch was beyond tight. The man was full on boned. “You deserve to have your needs taken care of, son,” Frank said. Then immediately regretted it.
Thankfully, his son didn’t seem fazed, more amused. “Yeah? Well, you too, Pop.” He got that telltale smirk. “I was gonna take a night off… but what do you say we hit Ian up again?”
Frank nodded, not speaking in case he gave away how eager he was. He watched as Anthony pulled out his phone and sent a few texts.
He finally put it down. “It’s wild you’re so open minded, Pop,” he said. “Kind of cool.”
Damn, that Mazza smile was gonna get Frank in trouble. At least they had Ian as the focus and excuse for Frank’s pervy state.
Frank actually felt bad at how much they were taking Ian for granted, but when he showed up at the house, the man had a very eager grin. Frank was the one to answer the door, and something about the gay dude’s excited smile made the 44-year old more relaxed. “Good to see ya, bud,” he said patting Ian on the shoulder as he showed him in.
“Man,” Ian replied in a whisper. “I’m not gonna turn down a chance with you guys. Ever.”
Frank gulped. But he was getting turned on by the incestuous tension of the scenario. He’d given Tony his space once, then the next time he’d watched against as Ian sucked his stud of a son off. “Yeah.”
Ian leaned in. “You should go for it today,” he said.
Frank knew what he meant. “I dunno.”
“I’ll set it up. I’ll be fucking hot.”
Ian maybe meant hot to watch but it would be hot to do. Frank just didn’t want to cross that line. Or he did, and didn’t know how the fuck he could do it. This was his Tone they were talking about.
“Hey bud,” Anthony greeted as they walked into the living area. “Dad and I were having a beer… can I get you one, or you want to get right to business?” he laughed. God, it was crazy how easygoing Anthony could be about sex.
“A beer sounds good, thanks,” Ian said, a twinkle in his eyes.
Frank was surprised, but he watched as as Ian sat next to Frank on the sofa. “This is gonna work, trust me,” Ian said.
Frank wasn’t so sure. But it was almost like normal, sitting and having a beer with his son and their mutual cocksucker. Frank felt a little bad he didn’t know shit about Ian, not really. But Tony kept up a lot of the conversation. Hell, they were talking about the Yankees season for christsake.
Finally Anthony gripped his crotch and stood up. He was still wearing his polo and khakis from the work day but somehow with his youth he made the unofficial uniform seem like it was made to show off his body. “All right, I’m pretty horny,” the 24-year-old said with a goody grin. “You ready to take care of me, buddy?” he asked Ian as the young stud walked over to the couch and began undoing his belt.
Frank gulped. He was sitting right there with a front row seat. Watching just two feet away as the gay dude helped his own son pulled out that big thick dong. Ian ran his fingers up that hard length, watching it get harder. And watching Frank see his own son’s erection in process.
“Nice,” Ian hissed then leaned forward to start sucking Anthony’s cock.
It was just beautiful, Frank thought. Ian was very skilled and now very comfortable with Tone’s big meat. But his Anthony was what made him horny beyond belief. Seeing his son in full sexual hardness, being taken care of, a total stud. He looked up at Tony’s face and expected awkwardness. But his son was mostly looking down, watching Ian work toward some deep throat action, before he turned to look at his dad.
“You got the best seat in the house, Pop,” he chuckled. But there was something behind the joke, behind the playful grin.
Frank felt it. Maybe that’s what gave him the courage once Ian pulled off, lapping at the tip teasingly. That Mazza dong was veiny and spit-wet.
“Wanna closer view?” Ian asked quietly. For Frank’s benefit, though of course Tony could hear it too.
Frank’s face burned hot. He didn’t have the courage to look back up at Tone, he just kept his eyes focused on his son’s throbbing cock and scooted in.
Ian’s eyes were on Frank now, in a challenging way, as he opened up and swallowed Anthony again. All the way down, slowly, then all the way off. Then again. Showing off for Frank. “Your son has an amazing cock.”
“Yeah, he does,” Frank admitted. It was wrong and pervy to say, but it was the truth. Quickly, his eyes darted up to meet Anthony’s. But instead of disapproval he saw a simmering, quiet lust in those puppy dog brown eyes.
“It’s OK, Pop,” came Tone’s words, soft and deep. “If you want.”
Frank thought judgment day would come and that hell would open up beneath him. It didn’t though. Not even as he leaned in and pressed his nose against Anthony’s prick.
“Fuck,” Ian gasped quietly, his hand holding the base of Anthony’s meat still but otherwise pulling back to watch.
The first contact of Frank’s tongue to his son’s dick gave his whole body and electical jolt. Then again. And again. Frank started lapping Anthony’s thick prick and working his way up. His son wasn’t stopping him.
When he opened his mouth and felt that Mazza cock press in between his lips, the father was in heaven. He was so glad he’d practiced on Ian and even now was doing his best to copy the cocksucker’s technique. Lots of spit, then some suction, up and down, not too hard, undulating a little. Milking his own son’s prick with his warm wet mouth.
“Good god, Pop….” Tony hissed. “You’re fucking good at this.”
Ian was now kissing along Tony’s balls while Frank blew him. Then licking along Frank’s neck and ear. The guy was thrilled to be witness to an honest to god incest blowjob.
Particularly as Anthony got close. “Just a little more, Pop… a little slower actually… yeah, that’s it… fuck, that’s gonna get me right there… right fucking there… aw yeah… you ready to make me cum, Dad… gonna suck my cum out… fuck yeah… here it comes, Pop. Oh fuck oh fuck oh FUUUCKK!”
Frank prepared for the worst, but it turned out to be the best. The sensation of having his mouth and gullet flooded with his son’s cum, that Mazza seed, briny and thick, a million of his grandkids being force fed to him as Tony got a little wild with some mid-ejaculation thrusts that knocked his cock head an extra inch down Frank Mazza’s throat. Frank coughed a little but adjusted just as suddenly.
Ian couldn’t take any more. He stood up. Frank had no idea when the guy had pulled out his own dick. Anthony didn’t know either for that matter. The 30-something dude flogged wildly to get to the finish line, aiming his prick toward the constractor’s face.
The first shot his Frank’s cheek just as he was finally pulling off Tony’s dick. The second one caught him in the eye as he turned toward Ian. Instinct took over and Frank latched his mouth on that spurting dick, catching at least half of Ian’s load.
Frank regretted it. It was hot and all, but he wished nothing was pushing the taste of Tone’s cum off his tongue now. Still, he swallowed then leaned back, embarrassed.
“Whoa,” Anthony said, sighing as he tucked back in. “That was fucking hot.”
“Yeah,” Frank admitted. He was rock hard in his jeans but the emotional side of what had just happened was hitting him hard and fast. “It was.”
His son actually gave his dad a sly wink and looked at Ian cautiously before turning back to Frank. “I actually should get going, Pop. Got an early workout tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” Frank said, trying to act nonchalant. He wished he could be like Tone. Get his rocks off and split. He stood up.
“You don’t gotta walk me out, Pop, I know the way,” Anthony said with a laugh. “Besides I think Ian needs to take care of you, right?”
Ian smirked. He knew or least thought he picked up on Anthony’s drift. The Mazza kid was a little freaked out his dad was a cocksucker too. Still, Ian wasn’t going to pass up the chance for the dad’s load. “Sure,” he said.
Frank and Ian had barely heard the front door close when Ian was in servicing position for Frank Mazza, pulling out that dad cock and bobbing up and down. It took ten whole seconds to get Frank to cum, hard.
“Thank you,” Frank said as he helped Ian to his feet.
“I like sucking you man, you’ve got a nice dick,” Ian replied.
“No, I mean about earlier,” Frank clarified.
Ian gave a smile. “Dude, that was a total bucket list thing… dont’ worry, I’m not gonna tell a soul. But that was incredible.”
The man’s assurance helped calm Frank’s apprehension. Somewhat. He showed Ian to the door and said he’d reach out again sometime.
****
Anthony either skipped his workout or finished early. Frank had just finished his breakfast when the doorbell rang.
“Tone,” he said when he opened the door. His son was already dressed for work, hair freshly showered and gelled.
“Pop. Ok if I come in?”
Frank nodded. He’d barely slept the last night. Thinking over everything. Worrying about everything. “Yeah, come in,” he said.
He sat down and expected Tony to, but instead his son stood and said simply. “I don’t want you sucking Ian’s dick from now on, Pop. His or anyone else’s.”
Frank blushed deep red and nodded. “I’m sorry Tone, I….”
Anthony cut him short. “Don’t apologize, Dad. I’m just telling you how it is, OK?”
Frank didn’t quite follow but he just looked up at his son, feeling more emotionally vulnerable than he’d ever felt. God if he fucked up the relationship had with his Tone, he’d never deal with that.
Time seemed to stop as Anthony undid his khakis and unzipped. “I want you only taking care of me, Pop.”
Frank gulped. That big Mazza dong plopped out. Not fully hard but getting there.
“Got it?” Tony asked. With authority but a lot of love.
Frank looked up, misty eyed. Turned on. Something clicked for the middle aged divorced father. This felt right. “Got it, son.”
With that, he leaned in and started going down on his Tony.
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