Dad grabbed hold of my head and said, "Get on with it Sam, I need to cum, and you need to go to bed," I grunted, and dad fucked my mouth, the whole length of his cock down my throat before pulling out so I could concentrate on the head of his cock, I slurped and licked before he pushed his cock all the way back down my throat again. Dad grunted as he face fucked his sons mouth, I knew dad was close to feeding me, his balls were tight and had lifted, his cock was swelling and dad managed to say, "Feeding time Sam," and he fired a shot of cum into my mouth and I tasted my dads salty hot spunk. He pushed his cock further down my throat and carried on spunking shot after shot of cum direct into my stomach, for an older man he always had full balls.
He pulled his cock out from my mouth and gave me one last small shot of cum over my lips which I licked off and smiled at dad who said, "Well done Sam, go and have another shower and go to bed if you're playing tomorrow."
I nodded, "thanks dad, see you in the morning," I said and headed to the bathroom. In bed later, with my cock hard again, I wondered what was going on between dad and I, when we were filming porn together it was for the money, but it was different when we were just together, dad wanted to fuck me and I wanted him to do it, was it just dad and son bonding or something more?
Dad shouted up the stairs the next morning that breakfast was ready, I checked my phone for a message from Charlie as he was flying home later today but there was nothing. I went downstairs in just my sweat shorts with my morning hard on pointing the way. Dad had cooked a full English, and he saw my bulging shorts but didn't say anything, what had happened the night before wasn't mentioned.
It was an away rugby match that we won so I had a few beers afterwards, I wasn't driving. I kept checking my phone for any messages from Charlie but there wasn't any. One of the lads on the team laughed, "Doesn't she love you anymore, she's probably found a bigger cock than your little one mate," everybody else cheered, if only they knew the truth.
Dad was out when I got home, I'd was quite happy due to the beers I'd had and couldn't resist going through the dirty linen box to find some of dads underwear, one of dads jockstraps he sometimes wore at the gym or when doing porn plus a pair of his boxer trunks that he wore at work. I lay naked on my bed, my cock hard and already producing precum, and sniffed his work underwear, they smelt so good, they smelt of dad, they smelt of his sweat where they'd been up his arse crack, they smelt of piss where his cock had leaked when he'd been working, I took deep intoxicating breaths. His jock was even better, the pouch material was stretched where it had tried to cover his hard cock, as I sniffed deeply the pouch stunk of dads sweat, dads piss and dads cum, he must have wiped his cock with it after he'd been fucking. I had to wank myself off, using dads boxer trunks wrapped round my leaking cock and with dads stained jockstrap over my nose so I could smell the ripe odours of dad as I wanked. It didn't take me long to spunk up, firing my cum into the air, letting it splatter over my six pack and dads underwear, I even used then to clean my cock, dads underwear was coated in his sons cum. I stuffed the pants and jock under the pillow and fell asleep.
I woke up late, well it was Sunday so no work. I looked at my phone and there was a message from Charlie, he was supposed to be back home early this morning, and I was hoping we could meet and fuck, my arse needed his big cock but more than that I needed to see him again, it had been nearly three weeks. The message just said, "Flight cancelled, back late tomorrow," guess that meant late today so guess we weren't going to meet, oh fuck I thought. The house was quiet, there was a message from dad on the kitchen table, he'd gone to work and was filming porn tonight, guess it was straight porn and didn't include me. I had the day to myself so like the good son after a late breakfast I cleaned the house, dad did just about everything else so cleaning once a week was my job, I stripped the beds and changed the sheets and deep cleaned the bathroom and kitchen, as dad always said I'd make somebody a lovely wife. Quick visit to the gym and then take away fish and chips and watched crap on the TV.
It was after eight in the evening, I still hadn't heard from Charlie, so I messaged him saying, "You home yet?"
It wasn't till an hour later he replied, "Home at last, just going to crash, I'm away all week with dad on a business trip. Maybe meet up next weekend?" I read the message a few times, I knew what the word "maybe" meant, it meant "no, it was good at the time but thanks but no thanks." I'd done it enough times to girls I'd been out with, after I'd fucked them, I'd lose interest and move onto the next one and Charlie was doing the same to me and it hurt. I really thought that Charlie and I had a thing that could had gone further, much further, he and I was both in the same situation, we were both coping with our sexuality, we'd been playing at being straight but both knowing that we were gay, I really enjoyed his company, we went well together and of course the sex was great. I'd obviously got the wrong end of the stick and read the whole Charlie and me thing wrong.
Well fuck you Charlie I thought and a few hours later sent him a message that said, "Maybe," and that was it.
For the next few days I was in a foul mood, I'd been dumped, and I didn't like it, now I knew how some of the girls that I'd done the same thing to felt. Even dad asked what was up, but I just muttered under my breath and went to the gym to work out my frustrations. Charlie did message me once, "you OK?" it said, I didn't reply, I was being childish I suppose.
By Thursday my balls were full, I seemed to be walking around with a hard cock all the time, as I wasn't seeing Charlie anymore, I decided to go cruising, guaranteed to get fucked. I messaged Jake, the lad I'd already done porn with and worked at the Sex Club with, to ask if he wanted to meet me at the cruising site. He messaged back saying he couldn't as he was working at the Sex Club and wondering why I wasn't working there tonight as well. I had received a message from Andy asking me to work but hadn't bothered to reply, I didn't want to work there again even if the money was good.
So, it looked like I'd be cruising on my own, I hadn't been there for a while and wondered if the tradie would be there, the bloke that had introduced me to cruising and cock, the man that had got me into the porn business and the man that had introduced me to Charlie.
The carpark at the cruising site was almost empty, just a few cars driving around. I couldn't see the tradies van parked up so I parked in my usual spot and sat there looking around. I didn't want to sit in the car all night, time to get some cock, I hid my wallet, picked up a few sachets of lube and got out of the car, hiding my car keys in the flap over the petrol filler. If the tradie was here he'd get me to strip down to just my underwear or jockstrap and walk across the carpark to attract some attention, but it was too cold for that tonight, so I kept my sweatpants on but showed off my muscles as I was just wearing a white singlet. I headed for the area I knew, my tree where I'd first had a piss against and where the tradie had first met me and introduced me to the joys of cruising and cock.
I leant with my back against the tree and waited for cock, I filled my singlet well, muscles bulging, my trackie bottoms were tight across my arse showing off my firm arse cheeks and as I was wearing a small tight jockstrap the pouch full of my cock was clearly visible through my sweats, it also covered up my cock and balls so letting men know they weren't available, some of the men cruising displayed their cock as that's what they want serviced but their arsehole was out of bounds.
A few men walked past but I didn't show any interest in them, and they didn't show any interest in me. Looked like I wasn't going to get any cock and was thinking of going back to the car when along the path came another bloke, he stopped in front of me and looked me up and down, checking me out. He looked good, a few years older than me, dark haired, designer stubble, tight top showing off a defined body, a pair of dark blue jeans showing off the shape of his cock and a pair of expensive trainers, nice, very nice. Another older man walked past, nodded and carried on walking, stopping and leaning against a tree further up the path.
Somebody had to make the first move otherwise we'd be here all night, I rubbed my cock bulge through my trackie bottoms, then turned around to present my arse to him, about as subtle as a brick, letting him know I was up for it. I pulled my trackies down to my knees and spread my legs so he could get a good look at my hole, he still didn't move so I turned around, he smiled at me, and I let him get a good look at my jockstrap bulge, he still didn't move, I was hoping that he'd get his cock out, but it looked like I was going to have to make a move on him, so I shuffled across to stand in front of him with my trackies around my feet and reached out and rubbed his bulge through his jeans.
He grabbed my hand and said, "Don't think so mate," and with his free hand he pulled a wallet out of his back pocket, flipped it open, I saw a card and he said, "police, you're under arrest.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, what do I do? I couldn't run as my trackies were around my ankles and he had hold of my wrist. I heard another voice, it was the older man that had walked past earlier and had been standing further up the path, he said, "Got him? great, read him his rights and cuff him."
The younger man said, "I am Police Constable Freemantle and you're under arrest for committing an offence under the Sexual Offences Act two thousand and three. You don't have to say anything but," I didn't hear the rest, I had been arrested.
The older man said, "I'm Sergeant Bowden, put your hands behind you back," I did as I was told and felt my wrists cuffed tight, "we're going to take you to our car, then to the police station where you'll be charged, probably be released and then go to court at a later date, you understand?" I nodded. I was going to have to tell dad, he wouldn't be impressed, if work found out I might get the sack for "bringingg the company into disrepute," one of the other drivers had just lost his job for fucking some of the housewives we deliver to, her husband walked in and found them at it, and he hit the driver who hit him back and then got done for assault. I couldn't lose my job; I needed the money. Even worse would be if any of my mates at the gym or the rugby club found out, it was bound to make the local paper and the jungle drums would soon spread it around, they wouldn't want anything to do with a dirty little queer that got caught in the woods wanking off men. My mind raced with what was going on.
