Through the droning chatter of my teammates on the call, I could hear the front door open and close and the familiar stomp of two boots being kicked off. Muting myself, I shouted, "Hey Marcus -- glad you're home! I'm on with the rest of the product team till 7 but help yourself to soup in the Instapot." He was in his fourth year of classes in his BSW/MSW program and balancing that with a pretty demanding internship meant that I didn't mind being both the primary income-earner and home-maker -- my job afforded me flexibility to largely work remotely and he and I have both gotten into the habit of meal-prepping together since he began to transition last year so it's honestly feels like cooking for one.
He took the stairs two at a time on the way down into our condo to say hello and while I quickly turned my camera off, he slid his warm hands down the front of my shirt and nuzzled into my neck. "I've missed you," he said, lips close enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath but not enough that I could feel their touch.
"I've missed you too. Good day?"
"Yeah, big news about TA assignments next semester. We'll catch up when you're done," and dropping his backpack near the base of the stairs, bounced back up the staircase to the second floor where the bedrooms and master bath were and began to hear the muted sounds of electronica music and the shower running. I turned my camera back on and reoriented myself to the meeting in progress
After the meeting, I shut down my work station and went up into the guest bedroom which had been converted into a game room/study for Marcus when he actually had the time and the energy to sit down with a controller -- which lately, hasn't been a whole lot. One leg over the back of the couch, I slid in behind him as he continued to play his game. I began to rub his shoulders and focus in on his traps and he almost purred in response and dropped the remote. I let my hands slide down his traps over his shoulders and up under his armpits. "I'm glad you're getting better about taking your binder off when you get home. You know I worry about how dangerous it can be to wear those for too long."
He arched back into me, pushing his butt into my crotch and his shoulder blades back into my chest and turned just enough so I could see him roll his eyes, "Okay, Dad," he said sarcastically. We playfully joke about the age gap between us not infrequently, which is highlighted by him having started puberty later than his peers and thus a fair bit smaller than me. Sometimes the joking crosses the line from idle jokes to scratching some kind of itch for him. He, just a few months past his 20th birthday, stands at an optimistic 5'6'', and felt a tremendous amount of rejection when his father abandoned him and his mother shortly after he came out.
His wrists are small, and at 6'1'' and 210 lbs I can easily toss around his wiry frame, he and I do bear somewhat of a familial resemblance, although my body is was built for and shaped by much time spent under the barbell, his looks more like a fine racecar than an SUV like me. His unbroken shoulder-line gives way to a chest so flat that most days he doesn't wear a binder even though he hasn't had the financial stability for top surgery yet. He is beautiful and he is mine.
Marcus let out a quick sigh as I leaned in and kissed him hard, letting my teeth close gently on his lower lip as we disentangle. His butt pushed harder into my growing bulge. "Top or bottom?" he managed to get out in between hungry kisses and rushed breaths.
"Bottom," I reply and I undo my belt. "You better use your biggest cock tonight, too," I add, pulling my jeans down over my ass, revealing an erect, curved, and veiny penis and two small testicles crammed into a pair of pink panties. A tiny dot of pre-cum was already spreading across the front of my thong, giving a very clear indicator of how ready I was to get fucked.
Marcus slid his hand up the back of my leg, to my butt cheek, to the thong running between my cheeks and paused when he got to my asshole. Gently, but rhythmically, he began to work the fabric of my cotton thong into my ready asshole. I pushed up against his fingertip and relaxed my anus, letting him explore. "Mmmm. That. That feels nice," I crooned, as if my body language didn't offer enough encouragement. He reached down between his legs and wet one of his fingers and slid it past the thong into me right up to the second knuckle without encountering any resistance. "Looks like you're nice and ready...what happened to always needing to take it slow and use a plug?"
"I fucking lied," I panted, trying to maintain some composure, "please hurry and put your dick in me," I tried not to let my voice crack as I begged. He motioned me to follow him into the bedroom, where he pointed to the bed. "Sit," he barked, with an intensity that felt larger than the 135 lb frame it came out of. "Close your eyes," came next -- so I did.
"Open them when you're ready," he said a few moments later, and when I did I found myself inches away from the largest and most beautiful cock I've ever seen in my life. Prior to tonight, the largest cock I've had in my ass was about an inch longer and slightly wider than mine. This monster was easily ten inches and at it's base as thick as my wrists. The color was sky blue and my favorite shade of rose pink and had a realistic head and realistic veins, but it had these delightful little bumps running down a ridge from tip to base on the underside. "What...what do you think, Daddy?" he stuttered, shyly pulling his lip down and biting it ever so gently.
