Editor's note: this work contains scenes of gay male sexual content.
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Andrew had just gotten into the kitchen and was taking off his coat when he heard his father's gruff voice behind him.
"You're late. Pam made dinner. The least you could do is show up."
Pausing to take a deep breath, Andrew spun around and willed himself to keep his face calm.
"Is this the part where I say she isn't my real mom?" He smiled lightly at his father. Jim Bradley was a large man, with a hulking muscled frame leftover from his years playing football. He was already in his police uniform, ready for his overnight shift. His dark hair and equally dark beard were well maintained, an extension of his need for control.
"Don't be an ass. I won't have you being disrespectful to her."
Andrew's smile only got bigger, enjoying this little game. "She's always has something to complain about. You know how to pick them for sure."
Jim grimaced, stepping closer and dropping his voice lower. "Listen, I don't want her to show up at the station again and scream at me. You wanted to go to that party this weekend right? With your little friend, what's his name-"
Andrew cut him off. "Darryl. His name is Darryl. And he isn't my friend he and I just fu-"
"Okay alright I get the picture. I don't need any more details, Jesus." A look of distaste had come across Jim's face. He was so used to controlling everything in his life, the fact that Andrew refused to do as he was told usually pissed him off. The fact that he couldn't prevent his nineteen year old son from fucking men did not sit well with him. He had moved beyond some of his homophobic mindset since Andrew had come out, but he still made occasional snide comments. "If you come to dinner on time this week, you can go."
Truth be told, Andrew knew that his dad wasn't an irrational person. He actually had a lot of respect for him. But something inside him just wouldn't let him pass up the opportunity to push his father's buttons. Ever since they had first reconnected, when Andrew's mother passed and he came to live with him, they had butted heads. And honestly? The fighting was thrilling, and always made Andrew horny as fuck. He loved to push his buttons.
"Well, I was planning to sneak out, but it feels much better knowing that you approve of me getting laid. I sit through a couple of dinners and I can get fucked with your blessing." Andrew said, walking past his father to head upstairs.
"That is not what I-"
"You're gonna be late, see ya later!" Andrew called, quickly stomping up the stairs. He heard his father swear loudly, and the door slammed. Andrew got to his room and tossed himself on the bed, ready to relieve his already hard cock.
Later, as Andrew was getting out of the shower, his phone rang. A glance at the caller ID let him know his dad was calling.
"Dad? Is everything alright?" He said worriedly. His dad was a very capable cop, but Andrew was always nervous when he pulled an overnight shift.
"Hey Andrew, yeah everything is fine, don't worry." Jim immediately said. "But I need a favor. I jot down some notes on my tablet the other night and I have to submit this paperwork by the end of my shift. Can you copy the notes and text them to me?"
Andrew groaned, leaving the bathroom and padding down the hallway, naked and dripping. "Okay. Where did you put it?"
"It's on my nightstand. The code is 017823" Jim said as Andrew pushed the door open. His father's room was very neat and orderly. A huge bed dominated the space, the dark green bedspread freshly laundered. Twin nightstands stood on either side, and on top of one was his father's iPad.
"Alright I've got it. I'll get you the note in two seconds."
"Thanks bud. See you later." Andrew hung up, already typing in the code. The tablet started up and he found his way to the notes app. Even these notes were meticulously organized, it was enough to make Andrew sick. He found the note from earlier that week and copied it before opening a text message to paste it.
To his surprise, he found existing text threads already on the tablet. Andrew shook his head, exasperated.
"Your tablet is already synced, asshole. Learn how to use technology for Christ's sake." He sent off the notes message to his father, and swiped out to close the app.
Andrew froze as a new message came in from an unsaved number.
It read: 'Are you working tonight baby?'
"Oh you son of a bitch" Andrew chuckled to himself. "Looks like Pam has some competition."
The curiosity was killing him, he couldn't resist opening the message. He wasted no time and jumped to the very first messages. They were from months ago! And it took no time at all for the conversation to turn sexual. Andrew's eyes skimmed them as he read quickly:
'...I need that cock...'
'...beg for Daddy to fuck you...'
'...please Daddy...'
'...gonna make you gag on it...'
Apparently Jim's obsession with dominating extended to his sexual relationships too. Andrew continued scrolling, heart pounding, cock stirring again already. His breath caught when he found what he had been hoping beyond hope to find.
There was no way he would mistake the torso his father had spent hours cultivating in the gym. What he had never seen before, though, was his dads massive hard cock.
In the photo, Jim was clearly in the shower. Water was streaming down his body and dripping off his fast that was wrapped tightly around himself. His cock looked like it was at least 8 inches, with a pink head and tan shaft leading to heavy looking hairy balls. He had sent the message with a caption:
'Are you ready to worship Daddy's cock baby?'
Whatever the mystery woman said in response was lost on Andrew. He couldn't take his eyes off the photo. His cock ached between his thighs. Without thinking he laid on his fathers bed, completely naked, and started jerking his cock to the photo in front of him. He had always loved the fighting with his dad, the give and take of their difficult relationship that started much later than most father-son relationships. But this was something new. A hunger he had never known before.
He pictured laying in this very bed, naked and wanting, while his father passed that huge cock between his lips. He imagined his dad fucking his throat. He imagined the grunts he would make, the moans as he gave himself over to the pleasure of fucking his sons throat. He imagined his father tumbling over the edge and shooting cum down his throat. A strangled moan escaped him. His orgasm was bubbling up inside him like lava even though he felt like he had just started touching himself. Through half lidded eyes, he took one last look at the photo in front of him. That hard, magnificent cock that had made him. With one last tug Andrew was cumming. His load splashed on his face and chest, his chest heaving.
He collapsed, boneless. With a shaking hand, he forwarded the photo to himself. Once he confirmed he received it, Andrew deleted the message from the tablet. His father might not be tech savvy, but there was no need to take a risk.
Once Andrew had successfully cleaned himself up, he returned to his room and pondered what to do. Even now that he had cum, the image of his fathers cock was seared into his mind. He wanted it. No, he needed it. The question was, what could he do to get it?
The next few weeks were remarkably normal, as things go. Andrew and his father had a pretty established routine. Pam had her own apartment so more than half the nights it was just the two of them. Andrew couldn't help his curiosity, at this point he was checking his dads tablet every time he left the house for a few hours, desperate for more. Unfortunately it was mostly text messages. Apparently Jim had thought sexting as a cop was inviting some risk. Little did he know that his little secret had already gotten out.
Things changed all at once in an unexpected way. Andrew had never intended on letting his father know he knew about the sexting. He hadn't. But his mouth apparently didn't know that. One night, during one of their frequent arguments, Andrew made a stupid throwaway comment about his father's side piece.
Jim had immediately frozen in the middle of his tirade. Andrew was shocked too, but quickly got over it when he saw the impact his statement had had on his father. A spark of an idea popped into Andrew's head.
"I wonder what Pam would think."
Jim's eyes were comically wide. "Andrew. You absolutely cannot tell her. Please, I'll break it off right now. Please don't tell her."
Never before had his father ceded control in a fight so quickly. It was shocking and thrilling. His domineering father, so confident in his day to day life, so aggressive in his text messages, was putty in his hands. Andrew imagined his smile was wicked as he faced his father, arms crossed over his chest.
"I don't have to tell her. No problem."
Jim visibly relaxed, some of the tension disappearing from his shoulders.
"Okay, thank-"
