My Dad's A Cockwhore

This story is fictional and contains incest between father and son. If that is offensive to you, please find something else to read. Cheers!

**

Fresh out of university, Adam got hired as regional manager for a national group of independent auto repair and body shops that lobbied their interests at the state and federal level. Adam was responsible for Missouri, Arkansas, Oklahoma, and Kansas and spent his days either on the phone or his laptop.

It wasn't very exciting, but he had a pregnant girlfriend and bills to pay, and at least this was something he understood.

He'd been a natural fit for the job because his dad, Jack, had owned a dozen auto repair shops throughout southern Missouri and northern Arkansas when he was growing up and would sometimes get to tag along when he went to check in on them; Adam understood the challenges small shop owners faced and could speak their language.

Adam idolized his dad, wanting to be just like him for as long as he could remember. His single mother worked in one of dad's shops and would sometimes need to take him to work with her, and Jack would carry him around on his shoulders and take him for ice cream; Adam begged his mommy every night to make Jack his daddy.

When she was killed in an auto accident when he was seven, and with no other family in the picture, scary strangers started hanging around and whispering about something called an orphanage.

He still remembered the day Jack had set him down and asked Adam if he would like to live with him.

"Forever? You won't leave like Mommy?"

"I won't leave, buddy, I promise."

"And you'll be my daddy?"

"That's right."

"Okay."

"Yeah?"

Adam grinned and nodded; the scary people went away, and Jack became his dad; Jack's mom moved in to help out, and Adam was happy from then on.

Jack and Adam were inseparable. Jack would pick him up from school every day and take him to the shop, where he'd play and do homework on a little desk beside his dad's. he saw the kind way he treated his employees and customers, and the respect they had for him was obvious to Adam.

As he got older, Adam wished his dad would marry one of the many women he dated who were clearly interested, wanting him to be happy, but his dad told Adam he was the only family he needed; Adam decided he was never getting married, either.

He was a month from graduating university, preparing to go to work for his dad, with dreams to add even more stores, when it all came crashing down. Jack was overextended, and when a string of loans came due that he couldn't refinance at the same time his sales numbers went soft, the banks called the loans, shut him down, and sold everything to recoup their losses.

Losing everything he'd built over twenty years sent Jack into a depressive spiral he was still struggling to get out of. Adam was devastated, too, but he had a newly pregnant girlfriend to think of and needed to find a job.

(Six months later)

**

"Hey, Dad, how are you doing?" Adam asked, setting groceries down in the backseat and getting in his car.

"Oh, I'm hanging in, Son, just finished working out. How are you?"

"Actually, I've got some good news. You gonna be home in an hour?"

"As always," Dad sighed.

"Well, get the grill ready, 'cause I got a couple of aged ribeye's, two big spuds, and a bottle of Johnnie Walker Black to wash it down with."

"Ok, Son, I'll get her ready. See you soon," his voice a flat monotone.

Adam sighed, praying his news would perk him up.

**

Adam shook his head as he pulled off the dirt road and shut his engine off. Before the bank took it six months ago, they had lived in a really nice house in mid-Missouri. Now, Jack was living in a thirty-year-old double-wide mobile home on farmland owned by a guy named Tamar who let him stay there for nothing in exchange for keeping his farm equipment running smoothly.

The only good thing that had happened in the last six months was that Jack had lost fifty pounds and had started lifting weights. As Jack walked toward him, Adam thought how good his dad looked as he approached fifty.

Jack was 6'1 and 220 pounds, with a barrel chest of salt and pepper hair, muscular arms and thighs, with tattoos and a handful of small scars. His black hair was long, as was his beard, both with a spattering of gray, his eyes a brilliant blue.

Adam wished Jack was his biological father and had his strong build; instead, he had topped out at 5'7 and a buck fifty, with brown eyes and dirty blonde hair to his shoulders. He had been a long-distance runner in high school and college and still ran a few miles three times a week.

**

"So I just visit the shops that ain't part of the association, shoot the shit a while, share some war stories, point out the benefits of membership, and line up a time we can go out together and discuss the particulars?" Jack asked.

"That's it."

"Well, shit, boy, that's right up my alley!" Jack laughed, tossing back his drink, and Adam realized it had been a long time since he'd heard him laugh.

"That's what I told my boss, Charlie. Nobody can point out the benefits of being a member like someone that was one for years."

Using past tense was a mistake and Adam saw the pain replace the spark in his dad's eyes, reaching over to squeeze his leg.

"Don't, Dad. Here's your chance to get back out there, get in the game, maybe get a little shop, and build it back up better than before. Don't give up on yourself before you even start; you taught me that, remember?"

Dad smiled and squeezed Adam's hand.

"How'd you get to be so smart?"

"I had a really great teacher," he grinned.

"Okay, tell me what I gotta do," Jack smiled, reaching for the bottle.

"You can start by getting a haircut and losing most of your beard."

"Yes, boss," he grinned.

**

"Oh, that's great, honey! And he's excited?" Allie asked.

"Mmmm, more than I can remember in a really long time. Fingers crossed. Now, how are you and our little man doing?" Adam asked, resting his ear on her big belly.

"Kicking the crap out of me, per usual," she laughed, stroking his hair.

He raised up and pecked her lips lightly.

"Not much longer, honey," Allie said.

"Hush, now. I'm only interested in sex if it involves you, and pretty soon we'll be back to going at it like rabbits," Adam smiled, resting his ear back on her belly.

They hadn't had sex in months, owing to a string of minor complications, and Allie worried he'd cheat, but the baby was their responsibility and he was confident they could make it work.

**

Jack had hit the ground running, starting with shops he could stop by and make it home the same day. He'd stop by at the end of the day and shoot the shit, just a couple of good 'ol boys bitching about the pitfalls of being small business owners over a couple of cold ones.

He got a few bites right away, and he and Adam stopped by together a few days later to sign the paperwork; it helped that an annual membership wasn't super-expensive. The commissions Jack earned weren't much, barely covering his expenses, but he lived frugally and did some wrenching on the side.

It wasn't about the money, anyway. Like his boy had said, it was about getting out there and living again. For the first time in a long time, he woke up looking forward to the day ahead.

**

"You sure it's okay if I go, honey? It's just one night, but I'll stay home if you want me to," Adam said.

"Adam, I'm not due for four weeks, and Mom is two minutes away. Go spend some time with your dad," Allie told him.

**

The shop they were signing up was a couple miles outside a small town near the Arkansas border on a two-lane highway. Jack said they had a good wrench jockey and an owner who knew what he was doing.

They drove separately, Adam planning to leave early and stop by some of the other shops they represented along the way to say hello and see how they were doing, then meet up with his dad at the new place at five o'clock; and then they'd stay in a cheap motel and drive back in the morning.

As the day unfolded, though, Adam knew he was going to be early. A couple of the owners were out sick, and two others were out of town.

He'd have to organize things better before the next trip and not just pop in out of the blue, he thought, trying his dad's number again with no luck; cell service was shitty way out here in the middle of nowhere.

**

The repair shop had one structure on it, a small building with two bays; Jack's truck was next to the only other vehicle in the little parking lot, and Adam parked as far from the building as he could. It was just three-thirty and he was a full ninety minutes early, so he dragged out his laptop and connected the hot spot to check his email.

There was an email from his best friend, Tony. He knew Adam was bombarded with emails every day, the title stopping him in his tracks:

IMPORTANT ADAM. READ AT ONCE.

He read it, opened the attachment, then read it all again.

Adam sat there for twenty minutes, numb, then shut it down, determined to ignore it until after the meeting.

He got out and stretched his taut muscles, taking a walk around to get a feel of the place and get his mind right. He needed to talk to Dad about the email, but it would have to wait.

One of the two bay doors was closed, the other halfway down, and as he got close to the building, saw a sign on the door into the front desk area that said 'CLOSED.'

Adam forced a smile as he walked back to his car, really proud of his dad, confident he'd be back on top in no time at all. He grabbed his attaché, checking the guy's info on the membership form; Roger Blake, married, age forty-two, and headed inside.

He ducked under the door, 'Hello' on his lips... and stopped dead.

"Fuck, that's goooood, Jack. Jesus Christ, suck it bitch! Damn, you a cock suckin' whore, ain't ya," said a voice Adam didn't recognize.

"Fuck, yeah I am, gimme that beast," Adam's dad panted.

Glung Glung Glung Glung.

Adam's mouth hung open as he listened to his dad getting face-fucked in the employee break room ten feet from where he was standing. The door was open, and he could see his dad on his knees from behind, the other man's hands holding his head still.

That was all he could see, but he could hear it all, and his whole body just locked up, unable to process what was happening.

"Get that pussy ready for me, cockwhore, I'm fixin' to stretch you wide open."

Jack moaned, working his pants to his knees and yanking his shoes off in a frenzy, then shoving his pants down and off.

Roger, presumably, spit in his dad's hand, Jack reaching behind him to work a wet finger into his ass, followed by another seconds later, the cock still in his mouth.

A sudden movement startled Adam, as Roger yanked his dad up and bent him over the break room table. A trim man of average height, he moved to step behind his dad, their eyes meeting, neither moving a muscle.

'Adam?' Roger mouthed.

Adam nodded blankly and Roger smirked, stroking his cock, great globs of Jack's spit sliding off onto the floor, and put his finger to his lips, turning Jack slightly so Adam could see.

"Are you a cockwhore, Jack?" Roger asked, staring at Adam while he slid his cock up and down his dad's ass crack.

"Yeah," Jack grunted, moving his ass around, wanting, no, needing that cock in his ass.

"Say it!" Roger barked, his slap stinging Jack's ass.

"Fuuuck, I'm a cockwhore," Jack groaned.

"Louder!" the slap making Adam wince.

'Don't say it, Dad!' Adam silently begged his hero; unaware tears were rolling down his cheeks.

"I'M A COCKWHORE!!"

"And what do you want, cockwhore?" Roger smirked at Adam while he teased his dad's back door.

"Fuck me, Roger, please. I need your cock in my ass so bad," Jack begged, knowing he'd do anything right now to feel that hot meat inside him.

Roger pushed his knob past Jack's ring and paused. He looked at Adam, waiting for the young man to meet his gaze. Adam shook his head, begging him not to do it.

"Gimme that beautiful cock, Rog," Jack whined.

"Since you begged for it," Roger smirked, shrugging his shoulders at his son and pushing his cock deep into Jack, watching Adam the entire time. Jack grunted as the hot granite slid along his sacred chute, the satisfying fullness a preview of coming attractions.

Roger began to fuck him in earnest, sliding out several inches before driving back in until their hips collided, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room and beyond, Jack's quiet moans constant.

Adam felt sick, rooted to the spot, his mouth hanging open, not believing this could really be his dad bent over the table, willingly allowing a stiff cock to slide in and out of his ass. Hell, he had just begged for it!

Adam was hypnotized, watching the cock slide in and out, in and out, in and out, for what seemed forever, Roger's grunts and his dad's moans getting inside his head, when Roger waved to break the spell.

Meeting his gaze, Roger pointed at him. Adam didn't understand, and Roger pointed lower. He looked down and blanched. His cock was extremely hard, tenting his dress pants lewdly, a large wet spot that had soaked through his satin boxers clearly visible. His neck was hot and he thought he might faint, eyeing the wall next to the break room and stumbling over to lean against it.

He leaned the back of his head against the cool concrete, thankful he couldn't see anymore. But now he could feel his cock aching uncomfortably, not trusting himself to rearrange his bulge, Roger's cock fucking his dad playing on a loop in his mind.

**

Adam had been looking forward to this day all week. His boss, Charlie, was very pleased with Jack's work and with Adam, whose idea it had been to hire him, so much so that they were increasing Jack's commissions. Adam was going to tell his dad this evening.

And then the email from Tony had left him angry and conflicted. He was going to seek his dad's advice tonight, sure that he would know what Adam should do.

And now this, his hero bent over a table, the self-described cockwhore begging a virtual stranger to fuck his ass.

Being gay didn't bother him, Tony was gay, and Adam had spent many a comfortable evening around him and his friends. But that Jack hadn't told him, hadn't trusted him to keep his secret, had Adam thinking maybe they weren't that close after all.

In the space of thirty minutes, he felt he had been betrayed by the two people he loved most in the world, memories of the scared little boy who had just lost his mother flooding back into his soul.

**

"Hands off that big cock!" Roger barked, slapping Jack's ass hard.

"I decide when you cum, remember whore?" he added, pulling Jack's hands behind him and using them as leverage to pound his ass even harder.

Jack moaned, bent over the table, a virtual stranger fucking his ass and calling him a cockwhore, his off-limits cock screaming for attention; it felt so right.

**

Jack loved cock and had for a very long time now. He had always been somewhat curious, though that's all he was, until the fateful day he'd met a man at a truck stop twenty-some years ago while he was traveling between his shops, quite by accident, a man who seemed to know what Jack was, even if he didn't.

They'd shared a meal, talking about their jobs, nothing remotely sexual in their words, but the man's aura assaulted Jack. It was very confusing, only his cock seeming to know the score, his boxers tight. Then the man had stood and said simply, 'Follow me,' and walked away.

Jack never hesitated, following him obediently across the hot asphalt to a big rig, the man holding the door open expectantly. His knees shook as he climbed inside, and when he left several hours later, all his feelings made sense, even if they scared the hell out of him.

His shops and the little backwoods towns they served were a homophobe's playground, so he was extraordinarily cautious. He bought an RV to travel and play in and gradually built up a list of men like Roger, men who gave him what he needed and could be trusted to stay quiet. He was content, sexually, until his business had imploded, and his sexual outlet right along with it.

Then he'd stopped by Blake's Auto Repair a week ago, and when they shook hands an hour later, they'd reached an unspoken understanding of what would be required to get Roger's signature on the membership form.

**

"Fuck, whore, I'm gonna cum in your ass," Roger barked, his thrusts becoming erratic, breathing hard.

"Gimme that cream, Rog," Jack panted, pushing his ass back onto Roger's hot, invading cock.

Adam leaned against the wall, staring across the shop floor as the words and sounds washed over him, his cock begging for attention, a very confused young man.

"Here it comes, whore!! Ahhh... Ahhhh!!!" Roger barked.

Feeling a cock swell deep in his ass, just before it kicked, knowing his top was about to pop, touched a spot of deep contentment in Jack's soul. He didn't know why, but he relished it, his cock twitching as Roger's hot cum shot into him.

Roger collapsed across Jack's back, breathing hard, his pumping slowing to a stop.

"Damn, Jack, you're the best bear I've ever bent over a table," he said quietly, Jack smiling below him.

"I'm gonna take a quick shower and pop down to the mini-mart and grab a twelve-pack to celebrate when your boy gets here. I want you to rest on the couch until I'm gone; then, you can spank away. Got it, whore?" Roger said, almost with kindness, and Jack nodded.

"Okay, here we go," Roger said, helping Jack over to the couch and admonishing him to wait.

Jack nodded, breathing heavily and rubbing his hands across his thighs and stomach, through his sweaty chest hair and teasing his nipples while he waited.

Roger looked out into the shop floor, Adam leaning against the wall three feet away. Roger faced him and leaned in close, whispering.

"You didn't know?"

Adam shook his head slightly.

"You into guys, too, Adam?"

He shook his head vigorously.

"That's not what this says," Roger smirked, gripping his turgid cock.

Adam whimpered as tears sprang to his eyes.

"Want me to stop?"

Adam nodded.

"Say it!" Roger whispered intensely, running his thumb over his sensitive head through his pants.

Adam closed his eyes and swallowed a moan, disgusted with himself, unable to say the word.

Roger chuckled and let go.

"I'm leaving out the back after a very quick shower. You guys lock up, and I'll expect a follow-up visit next month from BOTH of you if you want to keep my business."

Five minutes later, Roger eased quietly away, got in his car, and left.

**

Adam took a deep breath, no idea what he was doing or going to say, and stepped into the break room.

Jack's head leaned back, his eyes closed, his thumb and index finger wrapped around his cock, stroking firmly, slowly, hand over hand, milking his cock, savoring it, so very close.

Adam watched in numbed fascination. Dad's cock was a couple of inches longer and much thicker than Roger's unimpressive tool, which made Adam proud, yet disgusted he'd seen enough to compare them.

Jack grunted, cum shooting like a geyser and landing on his chest, thick cream pouring out and coating his hand with cum, tons of it, Jack pumping until he was dry.

Licking his hand clean, he jerked his eyes open as Adam sat down cautiously a few feet away.

"Adam!" he blurted, beyond shocked.

"Hi Dad," Adam deciding he'd rather look at his slowly softening cock than meet his eyes.

They sat there for a minute. Jack was embarrassed and uncomfortable but needed Adam to speak to see what he was feeling before he attempted to explain.

"What's it like?" Adam asked quietly.

"What, sex with a man?"

"And letting him call you a, a, a cockwhore?" whispering the last word.

"That's a difficult question to answer, Son. Men like Roger have a need to dominate their partner and my need is to be dominated the way you just saw; I don't know why. And sex with men is great, honestly. Better than with women... for me anyway."

Adam nodded; that, at least, he understood.

"I've always wondered," Adam said softly, looking at his dad's body once again.

"Have you ever?"

Adam shrugged. "Not really. Tony and I traded blowjobs pretty regularly in college, but nothing else."

Jack noticed the wet spot on his son's tented pants.

"Things okay at home, Son?" he inquired, sensing there was something else going on.

Adam grunted and shook his head.

"I got an email from Tony an hour ago with a copy of a paternity test; I'm not our little guy's father. The real father owns the company Allie works at and is married. I don't know if she knows or not, but she definitely cheated on me."

Jack pulled Adam close and wrapped his arm around his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Son."

"You wanna hear the kicker? She's had several minor complications, one after another, and constant nausea, so we haven't had sex in, I don't know, six months? Jesus, has it been that long? No, seven; seven months. We can't until after the baby, so another, what, two and a half months, maybe.

"We used to masturbate together, which is really fun, but I felt guilty she couldn't do it with me, so I've tried really hard not to; I haven't cum in a month. What a bitch," he said, shaking his head.

Jack pulled him into a proper hug and could feel the wet pants and stiff cock against his thigh, Adam unconsciously humping his leg very slowly, crying softly.

Jack felt horrible for his son. At twenty-three, he was getting off at least once nearly every day; to go a month without an orgasm would have been unthinkable.

He made a decision, wanting to ease his son's suffering, not really thinking beyond the next twenty minutes, a decision that changed everything.

"Is Roger coming back?" Jack asked.

"No, he told me to lock up when we leave."

"Okay. Don't move, Son, I'll be right back."

Adam watched his dad walk out of the room, his muscular back and ass, Roger's dried white cream peeking between his cute butt cheeks; his cock twitched.

'Jesus, get a grip,' he thought, taking a ragged breath and wiping his eyes.

He heard the bay door close and lock, the lights switched off, plunging the break room into comfortable dimness. Adam watched his dad walk toward him, his broad, hairy chest, his big ball sac, and his slightly erect cock swaying back and forth, hypnotizing, his mouth flooding with saliva.

Jack stepped to his son and pulled him off the couch, spun him around, and leaned his butt cheeks against the table, quickly unbuttoning his shirt.

"Uh, Dad?" his son asked, unsuspecting.

"Shhh, Dad's got you, Son; he's gonna make everything okay," he said softly, tossing his shirt aside and unzipping his pants, tugging them to the floor and dropping to his knees.

The satin boxers were soaked, Adam's big, purple knob peeking out the top. Jack hurriedly removed his shoes and socks, slipped his pants off, and finally his boxers.

Adam looked on passively as his dad undressed him, knowing, but not believing, what was happening, like so much of the last hour.

Jack felt the familiar tingle in his balls when eyeing a nice cock, imagining how it would feel in his ass, and thought it criminal this specimen wasn't getting any action. A fraction shy of eight inches and thick, with a big purple helmet, it looked enormous on Adam's slender frame.

He slapped himself, mentally, reminding himself why he was on his knees. He knew Adam wouldn't last a minute this first time, so he slid the silky hardness in a few inches, rapidly assaulting the deep cleft and purple helmet with his tongue, jacking the base and massaging balls heavy with cum.

Adam gripped the table, panting, watching his dad's pillowy-soft lips suctioning his cock, the feel of his rough tongue, the warm, wet mouth, a month of denial rushing up his shaft.

"Daaaad!"

Jack was an experienced cockwhore, way ahead of his son, ready as the torrent of creamy, tasty spunk flowed over his tongue and down his throat, his half-hard cock stiffening.

Adam panted, breathing hard, the tension temporarily gone as his dad continued to milk him dry.

"You can stop, Dad," Adam said guiltily.

Jack was just getting started. He slipped his son from his mouth, not knowing how sensitive he might be.

"Lay back," he said, pushing his son to his back on the table and handing him a pillow off the couch.

"Dad?"

Jack leaned over him and kissed his forehead, wanting desperately to taste his lips.

"Trust me, Son, okay?"

It was perverse, he knew, but Adam wanted to feel his dad's tongue in his mouth, to taste his own cum.

Adam nodded.

The one thing missing as a cockwhore, in Jack's experience, was a lack of intimacy. Being somebody's whore fulfilled a big, gaping need, but he longed for the caresses, the hand holding, the kisses, that only a lover could provide.

He kissed Adam's neck and nibbled his ear, slowly working down his son's trim body. He swirled the hard little nipples, nipping and pinching, Adam gasping, moaning, as sparks shot through his body.

He stroked his dad's thick hair, the wrongness of it shoved aside for now, relishing the thick, rough fingers tickling his skin, his hips raised off the table in anticipation; it had been months since Allie had touched him like this.

Jack's breath washed across his cock and he whimpered, holding his breath. Jack's hand wrapped around his son, still rock hard, stroking slowly and dipping his head to tongue his heavy balls, bathing them until they were shiny.

Rolling his hips back, Jack licked his son's taint, earning him a gasp, and down to his virgin hole, swirling his tongue around the puckered flesh.

Adam moaned. Never in his life had someone pleasured him down there, pre-cum dripping onto Jack's hand, who massaged it onto his son's twitching cock.

Jack's tongue swirled round and round, Adam's flower opening slowly, his thick digit worming inside, Adam's head flopping back and forth while he pinched his nipples roughly.

Jack stretched the opening, swirling and going deeper, then adding a second digit.

Adam grunted and squirmed, slowly beginning to enjoy the feeling as the fingers swirled and curled, an unexpected, glorious zing hitting from out of nowhere.

"Ohhhhh!" he moaned loudly, raising his head to look at his dad.

"Fun, right?" Jack grinned, tapping his prostate again and again.

Adam nodded and dropped his head, pre-cum oozing from his aching cock.

Enough foreplay, Jack thought, slowly extracting his fingers, much to his son's frustration.

Jack stood and pulled Adam to his feet, then dropped to his knees once more. He spread his son's legs and bent them a couple of inches, getting the angle right.

"Stay like that."

Taking a long, slow lick up the underside, he sealed his lips and pushed him to the entrance of his throat, then retreated, sucking hard. Swirling that big knob and sensitive cleft, he was rewarded with a big glob of delicious nectar, before plunging down again and again.

With that big, wonderful knob against his throat, Jack swallowed, pulling the beast in. Adam was a snug fit, but his experience made it very doable. He swallowed again, then once more, tears in his eyes as his nose pushed against Adam's stomach.

He stayed there for a moment, slowly backing off to catch his breath before plunging down once more.

"Aahhh," Adam moaned, the feeling indescribable.

Jack held his son steady as his throat muscles milked his son's cock.

Adam watched his dad, his best friend, a tight grip on his head, seven-month dormant feelings awakening. He had never told anyone how much he and that bitch Allie liked for him to dominate her in bed, the nasty, degrading comments fueling the best sex either had ever had.

Looking down at his dad, perverse thoughts of fucking him harder than Roger had with his unimpressive dick, giving the self-described cockwhore what he needed, filled his head.

Jack looked up into his son's eyes, the look in his penetrating gaze making the hair on his neck stand up, moaning at what that could mean.

"Gonna cum, Dad!" Adam barked suddenly, his thighs trembling, gripping Jack's hair tight as he erupted, shooting his cum straight into his dad's stomach, Jack slowly milking him dry.

Jack sat back, both of them breathing hard, and Adam helped him to his feet, wrapping his dad into a tight hug. They stood like that for a minute, Jack holding his son and stroking his back, when he felt Adam's lips on his neck, and his hand squeeze his ass, sighing at his son's touch.

'I need to stop this,' Jack thought, and then Adam's hand squeezed his hard cock, his quiet moan cut off by his son's mouth on his.

Adam had cum twice in fifteen minutes, and rather than being sated, his long-repressed libido had been unleashed, his tongue dominating his father's, his actions almost manic.

"Sit on the couch," his authoritative command dripping with lust and triggering the submissive cockwhore in his father. Jack sat, Adam dropping to his knees and roughly spreading his legs.

His friend Tony's cock was enormous and Adam wouldn't let him fuck him, but he'd gotten pretty good at blowing him, easily taking his dad's cock to its root, the short and curlies tickling his nose.

It had been nearly two years since a warm mouth had sucked on his cock, and Jack laid his head back and closed his eyes, moaning softly, no longer caring whose body knelt before him. Two slim fingers pushed roughly into his mouth, and he sucked on them wantonly, his legs spreading wider in anticipation.

Adam loved the taste of his dad's cock and the musky, cummy odor, moaning as sweet pre-cum rolled over his tongue. Extracting his fingers from Dad's mouth, he released the cock from his mouth and pulled him to the edge of the couch. Adam could have knelt there all night, but his cock was already stirring again.

"Look at me," Adam's voice commanding adherence.

Jack met his son's hungry gaze, two fingers sliding deep into his ass; he moaned and pre-cum oozed down his shaft.

Adam slurped it up and knelt sideways on the couch, pulling his dad's mouth to his as his fingers began pumping vigorously in and out. Jack moaned into Adam's mouth, their lips assaulting one another, and their hands roaming. Adam had never been in such a frenzied state, grabbing a handful of his dad's hair and pulling it back painfully.

"Tell me what you are!" Adam hissed, their faces inches apart, two fingers still fucking his dad's ass.

"I'm a cockwhore," Jack moaned.

"Again!"

"Fuuuck, I'm a cockwhore!" his cock twitching and dripping like a leaky faucet.

"That's right, and now you're gonna get a REAL cock, not that pathetic thing Roger was waving around. On your feet and against the wall," Adam barked, pulling his dad off the couch.

Jack did as he was told, facing the wall and spreading his legs, cock dripping and heart pounding.

Adam admired his dad's body for a moment, stepping behind him and running his hands up his thighs, his ribs, and across his muscular shoulders and back.

Jack reveled in his son's possessive touch, sinking further and further into a submissive fugue when Adam's voice was in his ear.

"Tell me what you need, whore," Adam said softly.

Jack felt his son's hands spreading his cheeks, that big knob against his opening, pushing slowly.

"Fuck me, Son. I need your big cock in my aaaasssss," he moaned, Adam's cock sliding deep inside.

The two men moaned and Adam began to slowly thrust in and out, Jack's rear channel like a velvet glove, so warm and tight. It had been so long since he'd been inside someone that he'd forgotten how glorious it felt.

"Soooo good," he mumbled softly, kissing his dad's back and sliding a little further out before burying himself again.

Jack mewled as Adam slowly fucked him, his head hanging down, his cock red and angry, when his son leaned on his back.

"You're so tight, whore," Adam grunted, nibbling his dad's ear and reaching a hand around to grab his cock.

Adam's grip was like a vice as he started to thrust harder, Jack's breathing ragged as his sensitive head slid back and forth over his son's fingers, his big cock sliding over his prostate.

"Right there, Son, right there. Fuuck, you're gonna make me cum," he panted.

"Cumming with your kid's cock fucking your ass; you really are a cockwhore," Adam chuckled, breathing hard, feeling Dad's cock swell in his hand.

"Aaaahhhh!!" Jack grunted, cum spraying the wall while his legs trembled, more than he could ever remember cumming.

Adam leaned against his back, fully embedded, and rested, presenting his cum-covered hand to Jack's hungry mouth, softly kissing his neck while his dad cleaned his hand of cum. He eased out of his ass and sat back on the couch.

"Come on, whore, I'm not done with your ass."

Jack turned to look at his son, exhausted. He needed food, water, a shower, and a nap, he thought. Adam saw how tired he was and stood.

"Change of plans. Suck me off and play with my prostate some more," he said, leaning against the table and tossing a pillow on the ground.

Jack nodded gratefully and Adam helped him to his knees, bending over to kiss him deeply.

"Okay, Dad?"

The love in Adam's eyes filled Jack's heart; 'such a good man,' he thought, and nodded.

Ten minutes later, Adam was finally sated and eased his dad to the couch, Jack enveloping him, his soft cock resting against his son's ass.

Adam set his phone alarm for thirty minutes and snuggled against his dad, pulling his arm across his chest, Jack nuzzling his neck.

"Dad, does your RV still run?"

"I rebuilt the engine last year; she practically purrs. Why?"

"I'm thinking I can convince Charlie to let us drive it from shop to shop. I could work in the back while you drive and I wouldn't have to worry about finding an apartment right away."

"Mmmm, it'd be nice to visit my old friends and make some new ones; that wouldn't bother you?"

"I could loan you out, I suppose, but you're my cockwhore, now, and I'll decide who gets in your ass. That gonna be a problem?" Adam asked with authority.

Jack was quiet, Adam thinking that's what his dad wanted, worrying he had gone too far, when he felt his dad's lips on his neck.

"No problem... sir," Jack replied nervously.

"My own submissive cockwhore," Adam said, kissing his dad's arm.

"Rest up now, whore; you're gonna need it."

**

To Be Continued