CRUISING & COCK - I'M ADDICTED - Pt. 18
A brief resume if you haven't read the previous parts of this story.
My names Sam, I'm twenty two years old, short, muscular and addicted to cruising and cock. I love sucking cock, I love getting fucked by cock, I love spunk and piss but I'm not queer, well I'm trying to convince myself I'm not.
If you're confused, please have a read of the previous chapters.
To earn some extra money dad and I had started doing porn shoots together and dad had fucked me, and I'd sucked dad off but now that seemed to be starting to happen in our real life
Charlie, the lad I'd met cruising and had spent a few weekends with and slept with and I hoped that it would go further had given me the cold shoulder so that was over.
I'd worked at a private sex club but felt like a cheap whore so wouldn't be going back again. I'd started cruising again and had a run in with the police, turned out that they were just impersonating the police, so all was OK
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Please note that the term "boy or lad" means the character is over eighteen years old.
This story also features gay incest
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Even dad commented on my mood, I wasn't a happy man, I was still confused about what had happened with Charlie, I'd really thought that maybe it could have gone further but obviously not, he'd lost interest in whatever we had had or perhaps it was just me being petty. I very nearly drove round to his house one evening to have it out with him but decided against it and I even wondered if Charlie might appear at the rugby club when I was playing at the weekend, but he didn't. Charlie had even stopped messaging me so whatever we had was obviously over.
I got in from work the following week, dad was cooking, and I opened the beers for us both. Dad asked, "Do you want to do some work Wednesday evening?"
"What kind of work?" I asked him.
He shook his head and said, "I thought that you could help me build a brick wall, what kind of work do you think I meant? porn Sam, do you want to do some porn work?"
"Oh, right dad, not at the Sex Club though, ok with some filming," I said, I don't think that I would be any good building a brick wall anyway.
"It's not at the Sex Club and its not filming, it's a visit to a private house, it's been arranged through the boss at the porn studio, the client and his son have watched us both in porn films and wants to see the real thing, I think he's a business partner of the boss at the studios. I'm going to go to the clients house tomorrow night to meet him and find out more about what he wants," dad said.
"Will you be with me at the house dad?" I asked him.
"Of course," he answered.
"No problem then dad, I'm up for it," I told my dad, if he was there, like when I filmed porn I knew it was all OK and definitely fun especially if dad fucked me.
In the car heading to the clients house on Wednesday night, it was an hour or so's drive, dad told me what it was all about. The client knew that we were father and son, he wanted to fuck me and maybe watch some dad and son action, plenty of me being used by my dad and him, being told what to do and to do it, I had no problem with that. But there was more, the client had a son, younger than me, twenty one years old, dad said that I'd probably recognise him as he was an up and coming tennis player, not that I really followed tennis. The client and his son had never watched men fuck apart from the porn films that dad and I had been in together, but the client wanted dad to fuck his son, and his son wanted to get fucked by his dad, but they hadn't fucked yet, the client thought that if he saw me getting fucked by his dad and my dad fucking me it might be easier for his son to take his cock. Couldn't quite work that out but hey, they were paying.
"Do you think thats true?" I asked dad.
"Who cares, as long as we're getting paid, that's the most important thing for you and me," dad laughed.
We arrived at the clients house, well more of a mansion, big entrance gates, we got buzzed in and drove along the drive to the front of the house, a few expensive cars parked there. There was serious money here, better be on my best behaviour especially if I wanted to earn a big tip. The door opened as we got out of the car, a man stood there in the entrance and walked forward to shake dads hand and then mine saying, "Glad that you came, come in, come in," and ushered us both through into the house, and what a house, grand and classy, very classy. We followed the man into a big lounge that had sweeping views of the gardens, and I could see tennis courts.
The client was dressed in what some people call smart / casual, expensive smart / casual judging by the labels and I don't think that these were counterfeit, he was dark haired with an expensive cut, he and the house oozed money. I suppose he was as tall as dad, not as muscled as dad but he certainly worked out, guess this house had a private gym, as you could see that he was defined plus I could see arm and shoulder muscles. I looked down at his crotch and could see the outline of his cock showing in his trousers, even soft it looked big.
I was introduced, his name was Carl, but I sort of sensed that it was better to call him sir, "nice to meet you Sam," he said.
"Nice to meet you as well sir," I replied, Carl smiled.
"You let your dad fuck you Sam?" he asked.
I nodded, "Yes sir."
"Do you enjoy your dad fucking you?" he asked.
"Oh yes sir, I love it when my dad fucks me," I replied.
My dad said, "That's the right answer Sam, good lad," I knew how to play to the client and how to say the things the client wanted to hear, meant a bigger tip hopefully.
"Your dad and I need to sort a few things out so why don't you go and find my son, Simon although he prefers being called Si, he's over in the gym," Carl told me and opened one of the French windows that led onto the garden and pointed at a building by the tennis courts
"Yes sir," I said. I walked across the immaculate lawn towards the tennis courts and gym. I walked in, through a lobby area that seemed to contain hundreds of tennis trophy's, through into the gym and what a gym it was, full of machines and weights, far better equipped than the gym I used, it reminded me of the gym Charlie used and had taken me to but that was in the past. I couldn't see anybody but through a big glass wall at the end of the gym I could see a big indoor pool. I walked through the gym and into the pool area. It was huge, very designer with a jacuzzi and hot tub at one end with a big waterfall running into the pool. An area at the end had a few loungers and I could see a sauna plus a steam room. What it must be like to have money.
Swimming towards me I could just see a head breaking the surface, I guessed that this was Si. He reached the end of the pool where I was standing and lifted his head out of the water, he looked just like his father except Si's dark hair was longer and obviously wet. He looked up at me and smiled saying, "Hey mate, I'm Si," and lifted himself out of the pool, he was naked. "Sorry mate, if I'm on my own swimming I don't bother with wearing trunks," he said with a big grin on his face. I looked him up and down, dark haired with a designer cut, six foot tall with a tennis players body, very defined and almost too thin, he wasn't carrying a lot of excess weight, it looked all muscle, hairy legs and then his cock, a big soft cock hanging over a big set of balls, he'd either waxed or shaved leaving just a square of black pubic hair above his cock with a snail trail of hair running up to his navel. He didn't seem bothered about showing off his cock. I don't follow the sport of tennis, but I knew who Si was, he had a big social media presence, always being pictured at celebrity functions, pictures of him shirtless playing tennis, pictures of him on the beach in tight Speedos and pictures of him with a very attractive girl or girls on his arms but despite this media presence there wasn't any scandal about him, no falling out from the back of taxis pissed or kiss and tell stories about him.
He stood in front of me, he towered over me and he shook my hand, "Sam, my names Sam," I said.