Jack Curtis, 36 years of age, parked in the driveway of his house, sighing with relief at the end of a long corporate work week. He'd also get to have his son, Ricky (or Richard, as his ex-wife calls him) over for his 18th birthday, which was today.
Jack divorced his wife, Josephine, many years ago. She was devotedly religious, something he was unaware of when he married her, and wouldn't have any sexual contact with him since their honeymoon when they were 18 (the first and last time they ever had sex.). The following two years were tragically barren for Jack, he was a devote man and would not reduce himself to cheating even though he'd fallen out of love with her faster than he could have believed. But she simply wouldn't allow him to penetrate her tight, warm, pink vagina. So, ever since their fuck-a-thon on their week honeymoon, and her not so surprising pregnancy after all the semen he put in her, Jack was fucking his palm for the two years he was still with her. But he divorced her, and had to fight to get his son even on the weekends, but now that his son was 18, he was coming to live with Jack permanently.
But before that, Jack was itching to rub one out. His cock was tightening right up against his black slacks, and he could nearly smell his musk from here because of the hot day. He had to fight the urge to whip out his cock on the road, and even more as he got out of his car and walked to his door. He might have done it too, if the middle aged man next door hadn't been on the porch listening to the radio and reading a newspaper. So, he resisted the urge but did not shove his hard rod back down and let it stick out at an odd angle for all to see.
He slid his key into the lock, and opened the door. Looking at the clock, he saw that it was a quarter to three, he always got off early on Fridays, and Ricky's mother was dropping him off at five. And by dropping him off, Josephine meant she would leave him on the sidewalk and leave before jack would even get to the door. So now, Ricky has his own key and would let himself in.
He locked the front door behind him and climbed the stairs, abandoning his suitcase at the living room.
His room was simple, a simple plain blue bed, with a pretty massive tv mounted on the wall across from it. He turned on the light to his private bathroom, and looked at his attire in the mirror. His short cropped brown hair, nice green eyes, strong jaw covered with a light beard. He unbutton his shirt, revealing big hairy pecs with thick, plump, nipples. He could see his sizable cock outlined in his pants, and a considerably dark spot forming at the end of his penis. He simply couldn't get his mind pass today's meeting when his boss slid by him in a tight spot and his plump ass brushed Jacks cock. What Jack would give to fuck Bills tight ass. That was another thing, Jack soon discovered he was bisexual.
He dug in his dresser, pulling out his underwear to reveal about 20 gay porn dvds he used when he had to get off. He selected his favorite, one where a dad fucks his son to punish him. He pressed play on it, and started the shower in his bathroom, then laid back on his bed completely naked. He stared at his 12 incher, nearly as thick as a can of pop too. He wrapped a large hand around it, and started pumping as he watched the old dad on the screen pound the twink, moaning and groaning at at loud volume. Jack was moaning and groaning himself, writhing on the comforter and sweating from the action and the steam from the shower a few feet away. He looked at his penis every so often, getting lost in the glistening sight of a precum river flowing down his shaft as he ran his palm along its veiny length.
He hadn't heard the short honk signaling his son was home, or the door unlocking, opening and closing. Bolting the door shut went unnoticed as well. Ricky's calls of "Dad!" went unanswered as he climbed the stairs, hearing a muffled straining of noises coming from his fathers room.
Jack was nearly there, a buzz climbing from his balls to the tip of his cock. He was moaning loudly now, and whimpered as his fingers brushed his red and swollen sensitive cock-head. But finally, he heard his bedroom door open.
"Ricky!" His hand was still mid-stroke. He peeled the comforter off and covered himself. "I didn't know you were home!"
A chorus of moans emitted from the tv speakers and he shot for the remote.
"What's that dad?" He looked at the screen.
"Nothing!" Jack scrambled for the off button and shut the TV off.
"What were you doing?" He dropped his bag.
"Do your dad a favor and turn off the shower." Ricky promptly shut off the water and came back, waiting for his answer. "Come sit here son."
"Why were you rubbing your pee-pee?"
"Jesus, your mother has really kept you closed off hasn't she? Well I'll teach you everything you need to know. Come sit here Ricky." His son sat next to him. Jack uncovered his lower half, revealing his half-erect cock to the cooling air. "This, is called the penis. Otherwise known as cock or dick, from some people. It's, as you know, for pissing, but also for cumming."
"Cumming?" He asked, mesmerized at the rod of heat between his dads hairy legs.
"This liquid comes out of the penis after stimulation, it would traditionally be ejaculated into a woman's vagina and she might get pregnant." Jack explained. "But you need no woman to cum, and it gives you an exhilarating feeling to do so. That's called an orgasm."
"Yours is different from mine daddy."
"Yes son, and I'm assuming quite more hairy than yours?" He nodded. "Yes, you take after your moms family."
"Can I touch it?"
"Of course." He moved his hands away.
Ricky moved his hand slowly to Jacks dick, and Jack held his breath as he did so. Soon his sons soft palm was touching his pubic region, fingers raking through his bush of brown hair, cupping and examining his loose hanging balls, then finally, touched the rod.
"It's heavy." He said, flopping it around. "And very warm."
