CRUISING & COCK - I'M ADDICTED - Pt. 24
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 and had, at last, realised that I was gay.
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 him off both on a porn shoot and when we were at home together. Dad had been offered a job at the porn studio producing porn films and he leapt at the new opportunity chucking in his old job as it was more money and certainly more fun.
I'd met a lad like me called Charlie, he was the boss of the porn studios son, and we were now seeing each other and certainly fucking together, he'd even called me his boyfriend and I guess we were.
I'd bought a new car that weekend, had a falling out with the car salesman who had become aggressive at the rugby match that we were both playing in later that day and I was now sporting the bruises and injuries to prove it.
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Just so you're aware the term "son or boy" means that the character is over eighteen years of age, and this story does contain GAY INCEST.
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It was Thursday, day to pick up my new, well second hand, car. I finished work at about four o'clock and drove home, had a shower, picked up all the papers that I needed, good old dad had left them out on the kitchen table for me as paperwork was not my strong point, and I carefully, didn't want to smash up my old car before I traded it in, drove to the garage and my new car was waiting for me on the forecourt. The manager came out with the keys to the new car and after a bit of a chat I put the gear from my old car into the new car, it was my gym kit, rugby kit and my cruising kit, hadn't used that for a long time and I'd forgotten it was even still there, of course I should have cleared the car out and left it all at home, but I wasn't that organised. In the showrooms we completed all the paperwork, I looked around for the salesman that I'd had a falling out with and been on the receiving end of him at the rugby game but, luckily, I couldn't see him. By the time I came out with the keys in my hand my old car had disappeared, guess they didn't want the old banger parked out front for too long.
The manager offered to show me all the controls etc but said it was probably easier if I read the handbook and found out myself, I agreed, I just wanted to drive my new car. Before I drove away he did say, "Give my regards to Charlie when you see him," strange I thought, I thought Charlie was just a customer.
I was used to driving my works van and my old car so the new car felt strange, smooth and powerful, well for me it was, didn't stall and could pull away from traffic lights without shuddering, I could even hear the music on the entertainment system and I'm sure I'd get the hang of the sat nav eventually, and to think that I'd paid for this car by selling my cock and arse. Luckily I knew where I was driving to, I was going to Charlies.
I parked up on the drive right next to Charlies car, well truck, well jeep or whatever they called it. I walked round to the back door and rang the bell and heard a shout back saying, "Come in," so I did. Charlie had obviously just had a shower; he stood there with just a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair was still wet. He kept his black hair smartly cut and even wet it looked styled whereas whatever I did with my hair my dirty blond hair looked messy. I walked up to him, there was the awkward moment about kissing but he yanked me towards him, and we kissed hard and deep, I couldn't resist it and grabbed his cock through the towel. It always made me smile that when I first met Charlie out cruising I thought that he was a chav dressed in a singlet, work shorts and dirty work boots showing off his tattoo sleeves on his arms and legs but in his "real" life he was an accountant of his family firm and kept his tattoos covered up in his day job underneath his smart shirts, trousers, jackets and suits.
Charlie pushed me away with a big grin on his face he said, "Down boy, you're a randy little fucker, things to do so I'm going to get dressed," and he turned to walk out of the kitchen but I still had hold of his towel so that was pulled off. Charlie just gave me the finger and I was treated to the sight of his firm muscled arse, I needed to fuck Charlie again soon.
Charlie was right, I was a randy fucker, even after shooting the biggest load I think that I've ever shot when the doctor used the Estim equipment on me I managed to shoot another load of spunk, admittedly not as much with the electro stimulation, when dad and I got home. Dad ordered a takeaway, and I went to shower to wash all the spunk off of me, dad walked into the bathroom and stripped off and pissed in front of me, a long hard stream, neither dad or I had any problem being naked or pissing in front of each other. After dad had finished a horse style piss he said, "Let your dad clean you up Sam," and he soaped my back and then my front as I turned around, my cock went from soft to semi hard in a few seconds, dad smiled. "Better wash your cock Sam," dad told me and wanked my cock till it was fully hard, sliding my foreskin all the way back and soaping my cockhead and piss slit, "got to wash under your foreskin Sam just like a taught you," The washing involved a lot of pulling my foreskin all the way back and then all the way forward, so I was soon rock hard and dripping precum mixed with shower gel and water.