*TW: This story contains consensual incest between a father and his adult son.
Tommy was in his first year at college, and coming home for the first time for a quick weekend. He had recently turned 19, so his parents were going to be excited to finally celebrate with him. He was excelling in academics and sports, making the varsity soccer team as a freshman. He was in the gym almost every day, and it showed. He was about 6 feet tall, his shoulders were broad and muscular, his pecs were muscular and plump, bigger than most guys, and they bounced when he ran. His abs were defined, and he had a bubble butt that someone could sit on top of. His legs were strong and defined. His hair was a golden blond color, which got him the nickname Golden Boy from his family on his dad's side. Everyone on his dad's side had dark hair except for him. The men in his family were all bisexual, Tommy included. While he didn't care for sex with women, he found them attractive and was aroused by some of the things they did.
Tommy was the total package: except for his package.
Tommy's cut cock sat just under 2 inches when soft. One time he got it to measure at 5 inches fully hard, so that's what he told people. He assured himself that most guys were that size because that's what google told him, but the locker room told a different story. All the other guys were bigger than him, most of them much bigger. He often didn't shower with the other guys after games and practices, and they were really giving him a hard time about it, but he couldn't reveal his little secret just yet.
He was happy to be home with his parents who would shower him with love and praise. They raised him to be proud of himself and to treat others with respect in order to get it. When he had reached puberty his dad, Charlie, taught him how to masturbate. His dad never touched him, but would demonstrate on himself what Tommy should do for maximum pleasure. He taught Tommy that he didn't need porn to jerk off, and that it should be an intimate experience. He liked masturbating with his dad, he loved the bonding experience of sitting side by side completely naked with the man he admired most in the world. He would watch his dad run his masculine hand up the thick 8 inch shaft and gently rub the precum at his slit all around his bulbous cock head. When his dad finally came he shot stream after stream of cum on his torso, sometimes hitting his mouth, he would even eat it sometimes.
Tommy wanted so badly to taste his father's cum, but his father said they couldn't do anything like that until Tommy was an adult. And even then, only if Tommy truly wanted to because he never wanted him to feel like this was something he had to do, including their masturbating together. His mom, Peg, knew about it, but saw nothing wrong with it. She knew that her husband wasn't being inappropriate with their son, and she didn't want Tommy to develop unhealthy habits. There were a few times where they masturbated in the living room in front of her, but didn't give it any attention.
Charlie and Peg threw their arms around their son when he finally came through the door. They couldn't believe he'd been gone two months already. They facetimed often, but it wasn't the same as having your son there. Charlie admired the way Tommy's body filled out his clothes. The white t-shirt could barely contain his big arms and massive pecs. Charlie gave Tommy a kiss on the lips, a custom for men in his family. Charlie put his hand on the back of Tommy's head and forced his tongue in his mouth. His son's mouth was warm and tasted like the cinnamon roll he ate on the way home. Tommy's little cock sprang to life, taking no time to go from the soft 2.75 inches to a rock hard 4.5 inches.
"Gosh, that kissing thing is still unusual to me." Peg said, standing there.
Charlie reluctantly pulled away from his son, the hand on the back of Tommy's head fell to his shoulder. "I don't criticize your family's customs." He said.
Peg sighed, "I guess."
"Then let me kiss my son." Charlie ran his fingers back up through Tommy's hair and gave him another deep kiss, trying to plunge his tongue in deeper. "You taste so good son." He said with his mouth still pressed against his son's.
Tommy laughed into the kiss, "It was the cinnamon roll I had for breakfast." He said with his father's tongue in his mouth. His cock was hard it felt like it would explode with all the blood that was shoving into it. Charlie pulled away, finally satisfied with the greeting. He felt Tommy's cock poking him, he loved the little thing.
"It looks like you're not the only one happy to see me." Charlie gave his son's cock a squeeze. "Maybe I should give him a kiss?"
Peg rolled her eyes. "I'm gonna take your bags upstairs." she said as she grabbed the two bags Tommy brought with. Charlie blocked the stars and got on his knees. He slowly pulled his son's shorts down and watched the tight little thing spring straight out in front of his face.
"Doesn't our son have a nice cock?" Charlie asked his wife.
"I'd like to get these bags upstairs." she insisted.
"Peg, you're going to give our son a complex if you can't even look at his cock and compliment it. Is that the kind of mother you want to be?"
She shook her head and looked at her son's cock. She was surprised it was so small considering how big his father was, but Charlie was right, even for it's size it was a very attractive cock. "You have a very nice cock son."
"Thanks mom." Tommy said blushing.
She was still looking at it has her husband pursed his lips and kissed the tip of their son's cock. "Was that really necessary?" she demanded.
"Yes, I want our son to feel like one of us loves him. Don't worry," he pulled Tommy's shorts back up. "I'm not going to let you near it. You don't deserve to be a part of the bond we share." He stepped aside and let his wife bring the bags upstairs.
