Fiction this is part two of a consenting relationship between adults, part 1 in my profile. Everyone depicted is 18 or older. Skip down to the line break for the sexy part.

I woke up on the couch with Zach still laying on top of me. We must have fallen asleep and now the sun was starting to rise and peek through the windows of our living room. My 20 year old son’s morning wood was throbbing and digging into my thigh, as my own morning wood rested on his. I thought to myself ‘how did things get so out of hand last night, how did they escalate so quickly?’

I’m a young Dad, I’m only 39 so I can remember what it was like being his age. I can remember how horny you could get and how I used to want to fuck anything that moved. Maybe this was all it was for my son. After all, the way he took control last night proved he was very experienced. He has done this a ton of times so he was probably just drunk and horny. But for me, this was special. This was the closest I ever had felt to my son.

Without waking him up, I gently rolled him onto the couch. In the light of day I was getting my first good look at my naked boy. First I looked at his cock. It was rock hard and pointed straight up resting on his six pack abs. I remember watching it slap against my body last night and wanting to have it in my mouth. I examined his legs. They were muscular from years of soccer, his thighs especially being sturdy and strong. And of course he had a well defined chest. His whole torso was smooth, hairless. Unlike mine which was also muscular, although beefier, and covered with hair… and my son’s dried cum.

I put a blanket over Zach and went to take a shower. I went to my bedroom and turned on the hot shower. As the steam filled the room and the hot water hit my naked skin I replayed last nights events in my mind. I fucked my son. Well actually we fucked each other. And fucking him was the best sex I had had in years. I loved his mother and found her incredibly sexy, but after 20 years together sex had become routine and sometimes even boring. But not with Zach. Last night he was hungry for it, desperate even. He made it seem like my cock was his only source of joy. Thinking about it again made me begin to leak with precum.

“Dad?” I heard from outside the bathroom “Can I join you in there?”

“Umm… yeah of course son.” I replied

I saw Zach walk toward the glass shower door now completely soft with what seemed like to be fresh cum dripping down his body. He must have jacked off on the couch after I left him. He opened the door and I stepped aside so he could get under the shower head. Neither of us said a word to each other. But I watched with excitement as my son first cleaned his own cum off his abs and then mine out of his ass. My dick was now desperate for attention, but Zach didn’t seem to notice and I didn’t want to make things weird by stroking in front of him.

Zach turned around, scanned my body, saw my leaking dick, grabbed it and pulled me close to him. He whispered in my ear, “Save it for me Daddy,” kissed me on the cheek, stepped out of the shower, and left me in the bathroom. I couldn’t believe how confident my son was sexually. I had always figured in gay sex the one receiving it was the passive one, but Zach seemed to be in total control. As much as I wanted to bust my load right there I listened to him and decided to save my cum for him.

When I got back downstairs, dressed in just boxers, Zach had started on breakfast for us. He was dressed in just his tight white briefs. He made us eggs, bacon, and oatmeal which we ate at the kitchen island. The silence was killing me. I wanted to talk about last night and knew, even with how confident he was, my son wasn’t going to bring it up.

“So Zach… about last night.” I started, “we got carried away and don’t get me wrong I enjoyed it, but I wanted to see how you were feeling about it.”

“Are you kidding me Dad? That was maybe the best sex I have ever had!” He said with a laugh, “And trust me, I have had a lot!”

“I kind of figured,” I laughed back, “you rode me like a pro! I’ve never had someone take control like that! But, we should talk about the fact that I’m your Dad… and well it could get..”

“Dad… don’t…” Zach said with tears starting to fill his eyes. He took a deep breath and said, “Dad I have wanted this ever since you gave me my first drink and told me you were proud of me. I put it in the back of my mind thinking it could never happen and thinking if you knew what I wanted you would go back to not wanting to spend time with me, so if that’s what you’re about to say…” he couldn’t speak anymore and I sat in disbelief as I watched my son cry.

This is the same son who just gripped my dick in the shower and told me not to cum. Where did that confidence go? I went to the other side of the island and pulled my son into my arms. “Shhh…” I said as I rubbed his back, “that’s not going to happen son. I’m not going anywhere.” Zach pulled his face away from the crook of my neck and then his lips found my lips. We stood there in the kitchen kissing. It was different than last night, it wasn’t a kiss filled with adrenaline and hormones, but one filled with tenderness and affection. I broke away chuckled and said, “you know I used to make you this same breakfast before you’d go to your soccer practice… who would have ever thought…”

“I thought about it Dad,” Zach said tears now gone, “I thought about it a lot.”

After breakfast we cleaned up and both got fully dressed. I told Zach I had some errands to run that day and asked if he wanted to come along. Zach eagerly agreed and we hopped in my truck to head to the hardware store. We lived a good distance so we had plenty of time to talk. He told me about his classes and soccer and I talked to him about my job. We talked about the songs on the radio and sang along together.

Zach offered to drive on the way back and I was happy to let him. As we drove at first it was more of the same, until I decided to turn down the radio and broach a more serious topic, “Hey so Zach, you never got the chance last night to say everything you wanted to say about your sexuality and I don’t want to make any assumptions.”

Zach laughed to himself. He looked so handsome in the drivers seat in his soccer shorts, tank top, and aviator sunglasses. The sun was hitting his blonde hair just right, I had told him he needed a haircut a few days prior but now I was noticing how when his hair is a bit longer it curls at the ends.

“Well I’m gay. I guess I’ve know since I was a teenager, but didn’t do anything with it until I was 18. Aside from watch porn obviously. I’m really happy I’m gay, and I was scared to tell you but I figured you’d accept me. I just didn’t figure how excited you be.” He looked over and gave me a devilish smirk. Something about his smile or remembering last night made my dick begin to chub up.

“I started having sex at 18 and still in high school. But don’t worry I’ve always been safe. I figured out what kind of medication I needed to be on to protect from stds and shit, so I was good.” Zach assured me

“I’m sorry you had to do that alone, I wish I would have been there to help you figure all that out.” I replied.

“It’s honestly no problem Dad. Coach McKenzie actually helped me figure all that out. He was the first person I came out to. He made sure I had what I needed to be safe.”

I suddenly felt a pang of jealousy, I should have been the one to help my son figure all that out. Not his coach. But I didn’t have anyone to blame but myself. I wasn’t there emotionally for my son back then so of course he went to the only other male figure he had.

“Do you mind if I ask how you started finding people to have sex with? It’s a small town I didn’t think a gay man would have a ton of options.” I replied trying to hide my jealousy. Zach started to squirm in his seat. I could tell he was nervous to tell me so I added, “you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want.”

“No no it’s fine,” Zach replied, “so Coach actually taught me how to find guys too.” Zach looked over and saw my face turn red from anger. This was his coach, he was supposed to be teaching him soccer, why was he teaching my son how to fuck guys?

“Dad stop. Don’t be mad. I was the one who went to Coach McKenzie and asked,” Zach started, “I was upset because all the guys were having sex with their girlfriends and I went to his office one day after practice. I was crying and he told me there were apps that gay men use to find each other and maybe I’d be able to find someone using one of them.” As Zach was talking he pulled the truck over on the abandoned county road we were driving down.

“I was in his office and we were the only ones left and I downloaded one of the apps he helped me find. The main app I used back then was grindr, he showed me how to find it in the App Store and I sat there and set up my profile as he finished up some work. That’s when I noticed you could see how far away other people using the app were from you. I saw a profile that had no picture and it said zero feet away, I figured it was one of my teammates and I got so excited thinking I might be able to finally have sex with someone”

“I clicked on the profile and decided to send it a message, all I said was ‘hey’ and that’s when I heard Coach’s phone make a weird chirping noise. Coach looked nervously over at me and asked me not to tell anyone. He was married and has two kids and he said he just used the app sometimes to blow off steam”

“I knew right then I wanted Coach to show me exactly what it meant to blow off steam. So I went to his side of the desk and knelt down between his legs. I was scared but he wasn’t stopping me so I lowered the band of his soccer shorts and began giving him the first blow job I ever gave. It was tough at first, Coach is bigger than either of us, but eventually I learned to open my throat and accept more and more of him.”

As Zach described his first sexual encounter, I was filled with both lust and rage. But I couldn’t decide if I was mad that a Coach I trusted to take care of my son allowed Zach to blow him or if I was mad Zach didn’t blow me first. Was this jealousy or anger? I honestly couldn’t tell.

“Over the rest of the year Coach and I kept meeting up like that. He taught me how to have sex, how to message people and get sex with strangers, how to be safe and get tested, and I really enjoyed and appreciated all of it.”

We sat there for a moment in silence. I didn’t know what to say and all I could muster was, “But Coach McKenzie is so much older than you…”

Zach chuckled and said, “Dad, he’s your age. Most the guys I hook up with are.”

I didn’t know how to process all this. I was mad, jealous, turned on, and wanted to scream. But I also saw how calm Zach was, he was an adult making his own decisions and how could I be mad when he had turned out so confident, good, and sexy. I noticed his soccer shorts had an unmistakable bulge in them. Zach was turned on too. Was he getting turned on by the story or was he enjoying making his old man jealous?

“Get in the bed of the truck.” I told him definitively and he obliged. The sun was starting to go down, no one ever drove down this road, we had it to ourselves. Last night Zach had taken control but tonignt it would be my turn. Zach obeyed my orders and laid down in the bed of the truck. I stood above him, looking down at my son with his devilish grin. Was this his plan the whole time? Get me jealous and horny so we would find ourselves in this exact situation? Is this why he offered to drive? Is this why he told me about Coach? Is this why he pulled over? Maybe I wasn’t in control of this thing at all. Maybe my son was laying all the groundwork to make this happen.

I didn’t care. I pulled down his shorts off and exposed his hard cock, leaking with cum to the open night air. “I wanted to do this last night,” I said and opened my mouth to accept my son’s dick. I couldn’t believe how salty it tasted. I wanted more and more of it but it was the first cock I ever sucked and I could only go so deep. I gagged and coughed and heard Zach laugh. I took that as a challenge.

I licked from his taint, all around his balls, up to the tip just like his mom does to me and I went again. Zach began to moan. I worked my way taking his dick deeper and deeper into my throat, gagging my way down but never giving up. Zach moaned a deep moan and I knew what that meant, “Dad I’m about to…” I wanted to take every drop of my son’s nectar down my throat but I knew this wasn’t done yet. I still needed to fuck my son and I didn’t have lube. I removed my son from my mouth and cupped my hands over the tip of his cock to catch his cum. He let out one final moan and shot rope after rope of cum into my hands.

When he was done I undid my belt lowered my pants just below my ass to let my own dick hit the night sky and lubed it up with my son’s juices. I flipped Zach over onto his hands and knees. Zach planned this whole thing, but part of his plan seemed to be making me feel in control, so tonight I would fuck him in doggy.

I slowly entered my son, but once I was fully in I started pounding his tight hole hard.

“You like that son?”

“Yes Daddy!”

“Did Coach ever fuck you this good?”

“No Daddy, you’re so much better, fuck me harder.” I happily obliged, Zach’s moans only making me go harder and faster. “Daddy… fuck… yes Daddy please…” were the last things Zach said to me before I bred my son for the second night in a row.

I collapsed on top of Zach and we both laid there panting for a minute in the bed of my truck. Zach still had his shirt on but his bottom half was completely exposed. My pants were just below my ass. Zach turned into me and rested his head on my chest. I never expected to blow and fuck a guy. Let alone in public. Let alone my own son. But not that we had opened this door in our relationship I never wanted it closed. My son was going to be my teacher, just like his Coach was his.

I kissed him on the forehead and he said with his same smug smile, “if I knew you were the jealous type I would have told you about Coach ages ago.”