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I'm 44, divorced and enjoying a quiet life. My wife left me when our son Julian was still in middle school. I should've put more effort into dating after my ex left but the few times I did, it seemed like a hassle and a waste of time. It rarely led to sex, most women were too intimidated by the size of my large cock.
Julian moved out after he turned 18 and I got in a routine of hanging around at home, masturbating my thick eight inches whenever the wind blew. The perk of living alone was being able to walk around naked, cock in hand.
That lasted for a couple years until recently when Julian moved back home after another roommate situation didn't work out. It's been an easy adjustment for us for the most part. Don't get me wrong, it's been great having Julian around the house again, it just sucks having to wear clothes again and contain my jerk off sessions to my room.
Our opposite schedules meant we weren't in each other's way but we still made time to catch up and sometimes eat dinner or watch a movie together.
He's good company when he's around, we've always had a pretty solid relationship. He's still a pretty social guy, always out hanging out with friends and usually comes home pretty late and sometimes not alone.
I haven't met any of his nocturnal visitors, I'm usually in bed by the time he gets home. It must not be one of his buddies, because they never stay long enough for breakfast. He must be having better luck than I have at finding one night stands.
Julian recently turned 22 but never grew to be anywhere close to as tall as me. He must get his smaller frame from his mom. He was on the track team in high school and he's still toned from years of practice. He's a little effeminate but that'll work itself out in time, probably. He'll never win any arm wrestling matches but he's still my son and I love him regardless.
Recently, I was in the living room a little later than usual when my son came home with a guest. "Hi guys." I say and Julian is a little surprised to see me still up.
He got a little flushed and quickly said his hellos. "This is my friend Brandon, we're gonna go hangout in my room."
Brandon walks over to shake my hand and I stand to meet his. He was a strong man, built more similar to my physique than Julian's. He had broad shoulders and stood at around six feet. He was dressed in a simple button up shirt and jeans and smiled as he shook my hand. "Good to meet you, sir."
"You too, how's your guys' night going?" I ask in way of small talk. Julian seemed a little nervous. Brandon had never come around the house before, he must be a newer friend of Julian's.
"Good dad, we're just gonna go hangout in my room." He says, trying to keep cool but clearly a little flustered.
"Sure thing, stay the night if you boy's drink anymore." I say as my protective dad instincts kick in.
"Alright, dad." They turn and walk up the stairs. I couldn't help but notice the size difference between the two. I wouldn't mind if Julian hung around the house a bit more but I'm thankful he has a social life. I can't help but worry about him sometimes.
Things with his last roommate didn't quite pan out. I never got the whole story but one day I got a call from a distressed Julian asking if he could move back home. It was unexpected but I told him he always had a place here. That weekend he arrived with a car full of his belongings and quickly settled back in.
After a couple minutes, I got up to change into something more comfortable and had to walk past Julian's to get to my room. I quietly walk up the stairs and down the hall. I hear the intro of a movie playing and walk further. I stop outside his closed door and hear a few quiet giggles and then what sounds like kissing and a woman's moans.
Were they watching porn? I hear Julian laugh a sweet giggle and the sound of lips smacking resume. My curiosity was piqued and I wanted to know what was going on in my son's room.
I guess it was normal at his age to have late night visitors after returning from the bar but I didn't expect him to bring a guy home. Were they hooking up? I guess we don't discuss our love lives much, or at all. Maybe there were some signs I wasn't picking up on.
Between kisses, I realize it's my son's moaning that I hear. So it must be them and not the movie. Holy shit, my son's a queer. And was that big stud Brandon as well? He was so masculine though, how could that be? I should've known about Julian, looking back, I guess I did know.
He always did love hanging out with his friends in a tight speedo and wrestle around. His cute little butt on display for the world to see. They'd lay out in the backyard horsing around or tanning and he'd have one of his friends straddle him and apply sunscreen to his back.
During sleepovers, him and his friends would cuddle up in the same bed but I assumed that was just boys being boys. I'd come wake them up in the morning and a strange, funky smell in the room would slap me in the face. I'm thinking there will be a similar smell lingering in Julian's room tomorrow morning.
Even after he wasn't on the track team anymore, he continued to shave off his body hair and still wore those tight, short shorts. He hated baggy clothes and loved to show off his body. He had bronze skin, golden hair, and a killer smile. My boy was perfect and hear I stand listening to the sounds of him having sex with another man.
"You're a sweet kisser. Is that ass just as sweet?" That was Brandon's voice. I hear my boy whimper with pleasure. Stupid door, I wish I could see what was going on in there.
"Oh gaah yes, lick my ass. Ooh. Shove that fat tongue up there, get me slick and ready for that fat cock." My son. That was my son so sexually charged and inviting this stranger to explore his most private parts. I've never heard him talk like this before, I had no idea he could be so vulgar. I step closer to hear better.
"You taste so sweet." Brandon says to my son. With my ear so near to the door, I could only imagine what they looked like. Julian was probably on all fours with his perky ass jutted out, spread wide for his friend's fat tongue to explore. I find myself wondering just how sweet his ass was.
My pants are too tight. I rub the front of them and realize I'm hard as a rock eavesdropping on this hot sexcapade. I unzip my pants to relieve some pressure and slowly jerk myself off as I listen to my son's moans. He sounds so slutty, so sexy and I wish I was the one giving him that pleasure.
Wait, am I jealous? Jealous of that tall piece of man meat in my son's room prepping him for the ride of his life? I am jealous. I want to be the one entering my son. What's going on with me?
I hear them move around as the noises are less talking and more moans and squeals. "Oh fuuuck, you make me feel so full." Squeak squeak squeak goes the bed, rocking to their movements.
Oh fuck yeah, my son sure is enjoying this, sounds like his joy button's really getting a good workout. His whimpers and moans steadily getting louder, I'm surprised I've never heard him before, my son is a very vocal lay. Julian's really enjoying himself with what I imagine is a fat pole sliding in and out of him, making him squirm on the bed and groan with pleasure.
I hear them move around on the bed and it starts creaking again, the headboard is making contact with the wall now and a repetitious banging can be heard. I must be a really heavy sleeper because my son's not quiet about getting his back blown out.
