And impaled I was, the whole world was spinning around that cock down my throat like a ferris wheel. I was at the center of a spinning universe, and I loved it. I was honestly invigorated, the opposite of exhausted, and Zach's amazing cock remained hard though he was clearly spent.
"Oh Daddy, you sucked me dry. I think you took a lot of come. Are you okay? I need to lie down before I fall down." Reluctantly I pulled off his cock, watched it hang and bounce as he slowly slumped on the Berber beside me. He was a beautiful sight. I reached over and lifted the slowly deflating head, leaned down and took it in my mouth again--a last kiss and suck. He just lay there, looking so happy, maybe momentarily dozing off.
The sound of violent butt fucking drew my eyes to the TV that had been playing that "Blacked" DVD that we had all but ignored. Our own drama seemed to have drowned it out. My cock of course was hard throughout, never relieved. As I regained my focus I started to stroke my cock. Just like Zach had told me, there was a monster BBC getting ready to find its way into a tiny white butt. It looked impossible. For a minute the Black man leaned down, spread those tiny white cheeks and tongued fucked the bitch real deep and hard. She moaned and raised her butt now lubricated only by his saliva, but seemingly ready to do the impossible. I stroked my cock, pulling all the way to the end, I was ready to come. It had been a long wait. The BBC's huge cock was pressing hard, she screamed not so much a scream of pain but of recognition that he was in. I watched that head disappear. It was shocking and beautiful, and a good ten inches of very hard cock aimed to follow. I stroked, transfixed.
Zach was regaining consciousness, as I was jacking hard. He saw and turned to me saying, "Daddy, oh goodness let me jack your beautiful cock." He didn't wait for answer as his strong Black hand took hold and took over entirely, jacking his dad's cock pointed directly at the TV. What a feeling, a man's hand jacking me off, a first, and it was my son's hand looking so pretty easily surrounding my cock with his Black fingers. Better actually than what was on the screen, still once my cock was in the sanctuary of my son's powerful hand, my eyes turned back to that Black pole sliding into that white butt--going where it couldn't possibly go! I had been on hold so long, on an out stroke with my cock pointed directly at the TV, I shot my load right on the screen. Direct hit. Not a Zach-caliber load, but the best yet with Zach. I screamed with relief, just like the white cunt on screen, and Zach slowed his pace more to a milking motion. Best jack I had ever had. Zach leaning down and sucking the last drops from my cock, then back to my open mouth--again sharing the exquisite taste of our come mixing from both well used mouths.
"Thank you son, we are something. We need to get a white bitch in here and give your cock a cunt's butt that is dying to be raped by your beauty." Zach jumped in immediately, "God, that would be so cool." I saw movement, and sure enough his cock was hard again in an instant, with those words and that thought alone. We needed a plan.
"I need to take Atticus out, it's 8:00. I could use a snack, maybe even a coffee. We've had quite a workout. Might be fun to actually watch this "Blacked" movie in full, or one of the others. Or Saturday Night Live comes on here tonight at 8:30. Might get a call from the wife too, but I hope not. You are staying the night aren't you?" Kind of a to-do list from me, actually I fully hoped for and even expected we were anything but through. A jack like roomies could be fun, and maybe Zach would show off with that strange white butt toy.
"Daddy, of course I'm staying. You take Atticus out and I'll get things cleaned up. I could brew a fresh pot of coffee, we never really finished the first, and I'd like a hunk of that whole grain loaf. Beyond that, just happy to be here and could talk with you forever. So anything you want. Atticus looks ready for his walk, and I'll be more than ready when you get back." Zach had it covered, "Do you want me back in bathrobe and panties?"
"YES!" I said, "Me too, and I'll freshen up when I get back with Atticus. And Zach, I just loved seeing your hand wrapped around my cock, jacking your dad off big time. Still have never seen you jack-off yourself, being in your own world. Back in a few honey!" And I was off with Atticus, in sweats and running shoes.
While walking, saying hello to a few neighbors and dog-friends, I knew I was going to need to talk to Victoria. There, I actually said her name. I pulled my iPhone out, figuring I'd take full advantage of the Atticus walk, then held back. Probably the best thing. Buy time. Not sure when or if I was going to pop this bubble with her, deeply fearful of the reaction.
Zach and I had more sex in the last twenty-four hours than she and I had in the last couple of years combined, and it was the best sex by far. Beyond that, I loved his company. His words "like a married couple" stuck in my mind. Truth--he and I were like what a married couple could or should be. Trusting, loving, and focused on our sexuality as art without judgement or jealousy. For God's sake, we were planning future times together, planning his next career phase, planning to recruit a lesbian Dom or couple, planning to help him find a young white cunt in need of intense anal from my BBC son. I even found myself thinking about him moving in. I didn't want to be away from him. This was heavy.
When I came back in, the place was clean and coffee was brewing. I said a quick hello, let go of Atticus anxious to see Zach, and headed for the master bath to change and take a minute to enjoy my joint. I had a lot on my mind, for sure I was going to have to talk to Victoria, but right now I needed to talk to my son, my lover.
"The place looks great Zach, and you look delicious. Want to have our coffee and a hunk of that loaf at the dining table?" That sort-of mean't, I wanted to talk. His immediate response, "Love to dad!"
The Sumatra was great, dipping into that almond cream cheese was wonderful. With ease, because it was Zach, I started, "So I have been avoiding talking about Victoria. You know she knows my feelings, but now it is more than anyone could have imagined. I don't know how I am going to package it with her, how or if we can ease into it in stages with her. And there is the issue of how her return next Friday affects you and me, our love affair, our sex life, our appetite for each other." A big pause and I continued, "Walking Atticus I found myself avoiding calling her and thinking to myself about you moving in. Outside we would be two straight men, you renting a room sort of thing. What do you think?"
