AUGUST 2010 | TOM:

    As summer drew to an end, our elder son Jared came to visit for a few days. Jared was 23 and lived and worked in Boston, where he was also in the process of getting his master's degree. He was now officially taller than me and even though he never worked out or did any sports, he had a nice body that was burly without being overly fat. I envied his youthful metabolism and hoped he enjoys it while it lasts.

    When our sons were at our house, they each stayed in their old rooms. For the past couple of months, Henry was already back home and he and I did our best to "remain normal" after what happened on his 21st birthday in the beginning of summer. Whenever Henry left the house now, I wondered if he was going to the cruising spot I'd recently learned about. When he sat down to have dinner with us, I wondered if he had a stranger's load up his ass. When he walked around the house in his underwear, I wondered if a part of him was doing it to tempt and seduce me.

    I was just as culpable as Henry was in everything. So far this summer, not only had I let him suck my cock, but I'd also returned the favor. There were feelings of guilt about it, but there was also… temptation. A desire to do it again. I could tell Henry wanted it as well, but I thought it best to just put an end to our inappropriate liaisons. Let him return to college and find a new boyfriend to live out his fantasies with. And I would just live with my curiosity of what it would be like to be with another man fully.

    The weekend after Jared's arrival, he and his mother went out to Philly for the day to do some shopping. Henry and I were home alone, with hours and hours to go until Jared and my wife returned. The temptation was back, and it was stronger than ever.

    As much as I thought about going to Henry and asking him if he wanted to go back to the cruising ground with me, I was determined to focus on other things instead. I finished some chores and ran a few errands. It was a hot day and I returned home sweaty, immediately heading to the shower. Afterward, I got out and threw on a pair of underwear, when I heard some noise coming from Jared's room.

    "What? Jared can't be home already, right?" I thought. I went to his room to investigate.

    My elder son wasn't in his bedroom; instead, it was his younger brother there. Henry had knocked down a picture frame on the nightstand, which is what had made the noise that got my attention. My younger son was kneeling on the floor by his big brother's bed… naked and jerking off. 

    "The fuck are you doing?" I said loudly in outrage. "What are you doing that in your brother's room for?!"

    Henry looked up at me. He seemed shocked but now that he was caught red-handed, he decided to just roll with it. I realized he was holding something in the hand that wasn't around his cock. It looked like a pair of boxer briefs and I could only assume they belonged to Jared.

    "Is that… your brother's underwear?!" I asked, my heart palpitating. 

    Instead of an answer, Henry just pressed the underwear up against his nose, all the while making intense eye contact with me.

    "Aha," he nodded, his voice muffled through the fabric. "Mmm, they smell so good, Dad. I think it's the pair he wore yesterday."

    "What–? Shit, how did you even think to come in here?" I asked, feeling flabbergasted.

    "This… isn't my first time," Henry admitted. He was still kneeling on the floor, just three or four feet from me, his right hand working his hard cock while his left pressed Jared's underwear against Henry's face. "It's… not my first time coming into Jared's room and smelling his underwear."

    "You mean… you've done this before?" I asked my son in disbelief. And then… I realized my cock was stirring in my underwear. Henry had already shown his pervy side to me, but I had NO IDEA just how freaky my younger son could get!

    "Aha, ever since we were in high school," Henry continued his confession. "I once came in here while Jared was taking a shower and I found a pair of underwear he'd been using to wipe his cum with." While sharing his story, Henry's stroking only got faster and faster.

    "And… what did you do?" I asked, my cock throbbing in my briefs by this point.

    "I'll tell you if you set that thing free," my son said, nodding toward my bulge. "You know you want to."

    Unable to contain myself any longer, I dropped my briefs to the floor. A smile appeared on Henry's face, and then he went back to sniffing his brother's used underwear like a dog.

    "The first time I found Jared's jizz undies," Henry said, "I brought them up to my face and took a big whiff just like this," he demonstrated, breathing in loudly. It made my cock pulse and start to leak precum, and I took it firmly in my hand.

    "I jacked off that day… I think I was a sophomore back then… I jacked off and shot my load right here in Jared's room. I also helped myself to his digital camera and went through all his photos and videos. Wanna know what was on it?"

    "You shouldn't be invading your brother's privacy like that," I said, my fist pumping up and down on my cock. I knew I shouldn't be turned on by ANY of this, but it was stronger than me.

    "Do you wanna know what was on Jared's camera?" Henry continued teasing.

    "Aha," I nodded, closing my eyes for a second and enjoying the incredible sensation on my prick.

    "It was full of videos of Jared jerking off. So I transferred them to my computer and jerked off to them for a couple of years. I wish I still had them, but they were all on my old computer."

    I looked at my son, who was jacking off on the floor as I did the same thing while towering over him. I stepped closer until my hard tool was right in Henry's face like a mic, waiting on him to commence his performance.

    My younger son knew just what to do. He parted his lips and took my cock in his mouth, moving slowly and deliberately. He was about to put down Jared's underwear that was still in his hand when I said,

    "Give it here."

    Henry handed me his big brother's boxer briefs and I brought them to my nose. Fuck! They really did smell good!! They'd been freshly worn and I could feel all my son's musk on them. As wrong as this was, I was in too deep now. My younger son was successfully turning me into a perv – just like him.

    I huffed on Jared's underwear while his little brother sucked my dick. Henry wasn't even new to this. He'd been sneaking into Jared's room ever since high school. I wondered…

    "Did you ever jerk off using my worn underwear when you were younger?" I asked Henry, looking down at his head bobbing back and forth on my hard dick.

    "Mhm," he nodded, then took my member out of his mouth so he could speak; a streak of my precum still connecting my cock to Henry's lower lip. "I used to take your dirty stuff out of the hamper and masturbate with it."

    "For how long?"

    "Oh, years. I started just a few days after I began using Jared's stuff as well. I didn't have a boyfriend in high school and… well, I needed an outlet."

    Henry smirked and went back to deep-throating my dick like there was no tomorrow. I was speechless. I thought back to all those years, back when I thought my boys were perfect and innocent. And here they were, recording videos of themselves jacking off; or worse yet – using my worn underwear to do it. Then again, I shouldn't be surprised by my sons' teenage endeavors. When I was 15 myself I was already fucking their mother, knocking her up two years later. And now here I was, fucking our younger son's face. 

    With my hands on the back of Henry's head, I shoved my cock balls-deep in his throat. If he needed "an outlet," that's what I would give him! I brought Jared's boxer briefs back up to my face and I inhaled while going wild on Henry's throat, without mercy. My son gagged and choked, but he never attempted to pull away. After about ten minutes, I finally allowed him a short break to catch his breath.

    "Dad…" he said, breathing heavily. "That was amazing! Fuck."

    Henry wiped the saliva hanging from his chin and he got back in position. This time, I noticed that his hands were no longer playing with his cock. Instead, Henry seemed to be playing with his asshole.

    "What you doing back there?" I asked.

    "Oh, this?" said my son, and gave me the biggest surprise yet: he pulled out a black, medium-sized butt plug out of his ass!

    "Whoa! I didn't even know that was there!" I reacted.

    "Oh yeah. In the absence of a real dick, it has to do," said Henry, licking his lips and looking up at me.

    "No absence of a real dick here," I said, wagging my throbber in his face.

    "Are you… saying what I think you're saying?" my son's excitement showed on his face.

    "Fuck!" I thought. "Could I really do this? Could I really fuck my son?"​