1.
Russell parked the car on the drive in front of his ex-wife's house, switched off the ignition and climbed out, reaching the porch of the house just in time to escape the first drops of a soft refreshing summer rain. Since their divorce, he and Sarah had remained on reasonable terms, allowing Russell to visit whenever he liked to see their son Liam whose mother had been granted custody of him at the time of the break-up.
That was four years ago and Liam was now a tall handsome and, it has to be said, very sexy eighteen years old whose body was finely honed by regular trips to the gym and playing football every week for his local Sunday League team. Russell had last seen his son a few weeks earlier on Liam's eighteenth birthday when he and Sarah had taken him out to dinner to celebrate and, for the few hours of that one single evening, they had been like a true family again.
Russell had been bowled over by how his son had grown, no longer a scruffy little boy but very much a man, doing well at his job in an insurance office, and gorgeous to look at into the bargain. Sarah and Liam were both aware that Russell swung both ways, in fact that had been the reason for the divorce. Sarah had turned a blind eye to her husband's gay activities for many years until she had come home early one afternoon and found Russell in bed - their bed - with some guy he had picked up while out cruising in the local toilets. Sarah had left then, taking Liam with her, but had decided to stay "good friends" with her soon-to-be ex-husband, simply for the sake of their son.
As Russell rang the bell to the house, Liam quickly pulled his shorts up and tried to set his mind into willing his hard-on to go down. As soon as his mother had left for the shops, he had gone downstairs with one of his favorite porn mags, dropped his shorts and had spent a happy half hour or so masturbating as he flicked through the pages, looking at one horny image after another. Liam loved his prick, it was his pride and joy and he never ceased marvelling at its power to give him so much pleasure at any time of the day and night, as and when he called upon it, and free of charge, too.
Liam glanced out of the window and smiled as he realised whose car it was parked in the drive. He was always pleased to see his father and for weeks now, whenever they met, hadn't failed to notice the lascivious looks that Russell was giving him. Liam was as proud of his dad as Russell was of him and he, too, had noticed what a great body Russell had, having really looked after himself and, at forty years old, had not an ounce of fat on him and was still as slim and athletic as his son.
Far from willing his cock to go down, Liam felt it getting even harder at the thought that he and his father were going to be alone for awhile. He had been harboring all kinds of erotic thoughts towards Russell for weeks. Once or twice on his birthday, when Sarah was visiting the ladies room, their eyes had met and knowing glances had passed between them but neither of them had acted upon the messages that were being clearly sent out. Now, however, Liam thought to himself, maybe that would change.
"Hi dad," Liam said, as he opened the door, "come on in out the rain. What brings you here on a day like this?"
Russell's mouth had watered immediately at the sight of his son in his tight white shorts and a matching bum-freezer vest and had not been slow to notice the bulge that was tenting out the front of Liam's shorts. It took him a few moments to recover from the sheer joy of seeing his beautiful son again before he was able to speak.
"Do I need an excuse to visit my own son?" Russell said, following Liam into the lounge. Liam had turned and preceded his father into the house so that Russell then had a completely unobstructed view of his son's spectacular shorts-clad ass and his mouth filled with saliva as his admiring eyes fixed onto the magnificent globes of Liam's ass cheeks, gloriously accentuated by the tightness of his shorts and highlighting the cleft of his ass crack. Russell's eyes had always been drawn to Liam's bum whenever he watched him playing football, running around the pitch with his ass cheeks rubbing together inside his shorts, but now the joy of seeing his own son's fabulous pair of buns in close-up, and with nobody else present, was completely overwhelming.
"'course not, dad," replied Liam in answer to his father's remark, "but there's only me here at the moment. Mom's gone shopping."
Even better, thought Russell, somehow reading his son's mind that he was thinking the same thoughts, too. Rusell always liked spending quality time with his son but it looked as if the quality of today's visit might be even more special than usual.
Liam had made no attempt to hide the porn mag he'd been thumbing through and it languished in full view on the coffee table. Liam parked his delectable ass on the sofa and glanced up at his father, smiling. Not only was the porn mag fully on view, so was the outline of Liam's hard-on in his shorts and Russell, who was wearing shorts too since it was a warm summer's day in spite of the rain, felt his own shorts instinctively start to bulge out at the front in response to the silent come-on he was getting from his son.
It was now or never, Russell thought, did he let this moment pass or risk responding to the messages? The porn mag languished on the table and provided the answer to his question as he picked it up and began to thumb through the pages.
"Been wanking over these pics, son?" said Russell, taking the irreversible decision to confront the moment head-on. It would either kill their relationship stone dead or lead it on to dizzy new heights.
"Sure, dad," Liam replied, "what's wrong with that? All men of my age masturbate."
"I never said there was anything wrong, son," Russell replied, now as horny as fuck. "In fact, I would be really worried if you didn't."
"Why is that, dad?"
"Son, you've reached the age of ... well, judging by that bulge in your shorts, you don't need me to tell you."
"No dad," said Liam as Russell still thumbed through the porn mag, an engrossed look on his face.
"These are good pics," said Russell, "I'm glad you like seeing men in action."
"Hey, dad," said Liam, now taking up the initiative, "why look at pics? I've got the real thing here."
Without giving Russell a chance to reply, Liam pulled down his shorts, exposing the full beauty of his impressive hard-on and a set of pink sweaty balls. "I saw the way you looked at me at my birthday party," Liam went on. "I think we both knew what we wanted but couldn't since mom was with us. Anyway, I've shown you mine, why don't you show me yours?" he finished, giggling.
Russell smiled, grateful that the ice had finally been broken. He quickly dropped his shorts, letting his own formidable package come into view. A momentary feeling of embarrassment came and went very quickly as Russell realised what he was embarking on. This wasn't just incest, which was frowned on by society, but gay incest though there was no question of Russell abusing his son, this was entirely mutual and they were both consenting adults.
"Let's get undressed, dad," said Liam, standing and pulling his shorts off and lifting his vest over his head and Russell did the same so that both father and son stood naked together, smiling at each other with their cocks so hard they pointed up to the ceiling, their knobheads peeping out of their foreskins.
"You look great in the nude, son. Just hope your mother doesn't walk in and find us like this," said Russell, "it was my gay side that got us our divorce."
"Dad, stop worrying, mom won't be back for hours yet," replied Liam, "you know what women are like once they go shopping, it's a whole day's outing for them."
"Yeah," said Russell, "I've never been able to understand how they can idle their lives away walking round shops all day. I get what I want and then get the hell out the place."
"Don't worry about that, dad," Liam said. "Come on, put that fucking porn mag down and let's have some fun before mom does get home."
Russell threw the porn mag down on the table and dropped to his knees in front of Liam who was proudly displaying his thick rod directly in front of his father's eyes. Russell shivered with excitement, his whole body trembling, as he took in the view as Liam peeled his foreskin back as far as it would go, fully exposing his pink bulbous knobhead which was smeared in a thick gob of pre-cum.
"Not yet, dad," said Liam, as Russell opened his mouth, "let me suck you first. I've wanted to taste my daddy's dick for ages."
Russell shrugged and got back onto his feet. Having waited months for the pleasure of having his own son's cock in his mouth, a few more minutes wouldn't make much difference. He likewise peeled back his foreskin, his knobhead equally glistening with pre-cum and waited for Liam to give it his attention.
