It was close to 6pm on Friday evening in early April, and 46-year-old Marty Correnstock was relaxing lazily on the sofa in his house in an affluent Miami neighborhood. Marty was waiting for his 19-year-old son, Jay, to get home after the day of classes at the University of Miami. The boy should be home any moment now, and Marty was looking forward to a quiet dinner with his son.
Marty owned a successful landscaping business which he built from scratch over the period of 20 years. By now the company basically run itself, and Marty had quite a bit of free time on his hands. He could easily sell the company and retire, but he loved his business and was not ready for the life of indolence yet. Marty was a powerfully built man, standing at 6'02'' high, with a massive muscular frame, and extremely thick thighs, neck and shoulders. He run 6 miles every morning, pumped iron three times a week at a gym, and his body was still in great shape. He weighed 205 pounds, all of it solid muscle, and was as strong as a horse. At 46 Marty still had a full head of spongy black hair, and his whole body was covered with a dense curly black fir. Marty had clean-shaven chin and cheeks, and sported an impressive wide mustache.
Jay was Marty's only child. Jay's mother, Marty's ex-wife Karen, run off with some random guy she met at work when Jay was only five years old. Karen was already heavily pregnant with her lover's child at the time of the divorce, and she moved to the West coast with her new husband soon thereafter. Karen insisted that Marty get full custody of Jay in their divorce agreement, and she gave up all the spousal support in return. Since then Marty was raising Jay as a single dad. Marty did not really miss Karen, as she was an indifferent and mostly absent spouse even while they were married. But he was still upset that she completely cut off contact with Jay. The boy could sure use some support from his mom, and he had at least one half-sibling somewhere out there, whom Jay never met. Still, Marty had to make the best of it, and he tried to be the best dad and mom for Jay while the kid was growing up.
Jay inherited little from his father in terms of physical appearance, and took mostly after his mother. Karen was a petite slender Asian woman, and Jay had slightly elongated almond-shaped dark brown eyes that he clearly got from her. Jay had a slim, almost skinny, body, with smooth deep golden skin. He had very little body hair and at 19 years of age still did not even need to shave. Jay did get from his dad a head of curly spongy black hair. Another thing that Jay got from his father was having good athletic abilities, although they manifested themselves differently. Jay has a strong, flexible, slender, agile body, and from fairly early age he got involved in swimming and gymnastics. He was on the swim team in high school and now in college as well, and also took up rock climbing. Standing at 5'06'' tall and weighing about 130 pounds, Jay was strong, lean, and almost wiry. He was a studious although not particularly academically oriented student, and Marty was happy that Jay got into the University of Miami and continued to do well there. Marty was fiercely proud of his son and was determined to give Jay the best start in life that he could.
The father and the son were always close while Jay was growing up, including through the ordinarily different teenage years. Jay hero worshipped his manly butch dad and treated him with reverent respect. Marty knew that Jay had a particularly affectionate nature and craved physical contact and reassurance. This went somewhat against Marty's own inclinations, and he found it difficult to overcome his own macho alpha male instincts. But about 3 months ago, shortly after Jay's 19-th birthday, their relationship took an unexpected turn that brought them closer together and allowed Jay to receive the physical affection from his dad that he so much wanted and needed without Marty sacrificing his alpha dog persona. Now after 3 months of Marty administering Jay some very special daily training, they moved to quite a different level of closeness that Marty greatly enjoyed exploring.
Marty smiled as he thought back to those events, while slowly stroking his dick through the track pants, flipping the TV channels and waiting for Jay to arrive.
A car horn sounded, and Marty saw his son's red pick-up truck pull into their driveway. Marty got Jay the truck as his 19-th birthday present, and the boy was still very much in love with the car. "I am spoiling the boy!" Marty thought nonchalantly, but he smiled knowing that he really did not mean it.
"Dad, I am home!" Jay shouted, opening the front door. As Jay walked into the house, he was accompanied by a stocky muscular brown-haired boy and a tall slim blond girl. Marty recognized the boy as Ron, one of Jay's college buddies that Marty met a few times earlier while picking up Jay after classes. Marty assumed that the tall blonde was Tammy, a girl from one of Jay's classes that he was constantly taking about for the last couple of weeks and on whom Jay seemed to have developed a strong crush.
"Hey kiddo, hope you had a good day!" said Marty, getting up to greet his son. Jay hugged his dad and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
"Hey, dad, this is Ron, I think you remember him, right? And this is Tammy, my friend from school," Jay explained.
"Good to see you again, Ron!" said Marty, shaking hands with the brown-haired boy. "And nice to meet you, Tammy!"
"Hi, Mr C, how is it hanging!" exclaimed Ron while shaking Marty's hand.
"Nice to meet you, Mr Correnstock!" said Tammy shyly.
"Please, Tammy, call me Marty or Mr C! 'Mr Correnstock' makes me feel old!" laughed Marty.
"OK, Mr C," Tammy smiled back.
"You guys are both freshmen, right?" Marty inquired.
"Yes, Sir, we are finishing the first year at the U of Miami, just like Jay. Tammy is still 18, and I had my 19-th birthday two weeks ago." Ron confirmed.
"OK, Ron, Happy Birthday, even if belatedly so!" Marty laughed back. "Please take a seat guys and make yourselves comfortable."
"Now, Jay, son, come here for a second," Marty said pulling Jay to the side. "You know the rules, son, you are always supposed to call ahead if you are bringing company. You know that, right? Why didn't you call me to say that Ron and Tammy were coming?"
"Sorry, dad, I was so super excited that Tammy agreed to visit that I just forgot! I wanted to show them the truck, the house, the pool, and ...," Jay's voice trailed off. "I am really sorry, daddy!"
"Yes, son, I know you are. But rules are rules, we discussed that many times before. Now you'll have to take your punishment, and Tammy and Ron are going to have to watch," Marty replied sternly.
"But ... No, dad, please! Not in front of Tammy and Ron!" Jay pleaded, large tears forming in his brown eyes.
"No buts, boy, you know the rules! Now means now! Get over here and assume position!" Marty ordered, his voice rising.
"Mr C, what's going on?" asked Ron, with a worried expression on his face.
"Sorry guys, but Jay will need to take his punishment for breaking the house rules, before we can all have dinner. It should not take long, so please sit down and take a gander. I hope the show proves interesting," Martin explained. Tammy and Ron sat down in comfy chairs opposite the sofa.
"Now, son, come here, get on your knees and get to work!" Marty commanded Jay.
"I am really sorry, guys, but you are going to have to watch this!" Jay told to his friends, his face blushing bright crimson, and tears still welling in his eyes.
Jay then leaned on his knees in from of his dad, who was sitting on the sofa. Jay pulled down Marty's track pants and boxer shorts, exposing his father's massive dick.
