John and his son, Mike, had always shared a special bond. They lived alone in a spacious house, just the two of them, and their relationship was unlike any typical father-son dynamic. They were best friends, confidants, and unapologetically comfortable with their bodies. On this particular morning, the sun shone through the bedroom window, casting a warm glow on their bare skin.
John, a ruggedly handsome man in his forties, strolled into Mike's bedroom, wearing nothing but a pair of loose-fitting boxers. "Rise and shine, sleepyhead," he called out, his deep voice filling the room. "Time to greet the day."
Mike, an athletic young man in his early twenties, stirred beneath his sheets, his muscular body stretching as he yawned. "Morning, dad," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. "What's the rush? It's Saturday."
John chuckled, his eyes drifting downward to the noticeable bulge in his son's boxers. "Looks like someone's already wide awake," he teased, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I take it you had some interesting dreams last night?"
Mike blushed, his hand instinctively covering his morning wood. "Can't a guy get some privacy around here?" he joked, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "You know I can't control this thing sometimes."
John laughed, his chest rumbling as he sat on the edge of Mike's bed. "No need to be shy, son. We've seen each other naked a thousand times. Besides, I'm just proud to see you carrying on the family tradition." He gave a playful wink, his hand casually adjusting his own prominent bulge.
Mike smiled, his embarrassment fading as he always felt comfortable with his dad. "Fair enough," he conceded, his eyes wandering to his dad's boxers. "Speaking of, nice choice of underwear. Are those new? I like the elastic waistband." He reached out, his fingers tracing the soft fabric, his thumb brushing against the swollen pouch that held his dad's manhood.
"Hey, hands to yourself," John protested playfully, slapping his son's hand away gently. "But yes, they're new. Thought I'd treat myself. You like them?"
"Oh, I like them," Mike replied, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "But I think I have a pair that can give them a run for their money."
"Is that so?" John challenged, his eyes narrowing playfully. "Well, let's see what you've got, boy."
Mike grinned and stood up, his body taut and toned. He turned his back to his dad and slowly lowered his boxers, revealing a perfectly sculpted ass. "Ta-da!" he exclaimed, turning back around and striking a pose. He wore a jockstrap that accentuated his firm buttocks and left little to the imagination in the front.
John's eyes widened at the sight of his son's barely restrained package. "Damn, Mike. I think you've got me beat. That's a mighty fine jockstrap you've got there."
"Thanks, dad," Mike replied, his cheeks flushing with pride. "I figured it was time to step up my underwear game. You know, keep up with the old man."
John chuckled, shaking his head. "You're too much, son. Always trying to one-up your old man. But I'll admit, I'm impressed." He stood up, his own boxers straining to contain his arousal. "Now, how about we work up a real sweat? I was thinking of hitting the home gym today. Care to join me?"
"You know I can't resist a good workout," Mike replied, his eyes flicking down to his dad's straining boxers. "Let's do it."
They made their way to the home gym, their eyes occasionally stealing glances at each other's crotches, noticing the way their packages shifted with each step. As they began their workout, the room filled with the sounds of grunts and the clanking of weights. Between sets, they took breaks to rehydrate, their eyes lingering on each other's growing erections.
"Damn, son, looks like you're about to bust out of those straps," John commented, wiping his sweaty brow with a towel.
"You're not doing too bad yourself, dad," Mike replied, his eyes roaming over his dad's muscular frame. "I see you've still got it going on down there."
John smirked, his hand subconsciously adjusting his bulge. "Age hasn't slowed me down yet. But I'll admit, it's been a while since I had a good release."
"Well, we can't have that," Mike said, setting down his weights. "How about a little friendly competition? First one to cum loses."
John's eyes lit up at the challenge. "You're on. But let's make it interesting. Winner gets a special prize."
"Deal," Mike agreed, his heart racing with anticipation.
Their workout intensified, each man pushing his body to the limit, their erections straining against their underwear. Grunts of exertion mingled with moans of pleasure as they neared their peaks.
"I'm getting close, dad," Mike panted, his eyes fluttering closed as he pumped an imaginary cock.
"Not yet, son," John grunted, his own hand working furiously. "You can do it. Keep going."
With a final roar, Mike came first, his body shuddering as he shot his load against the wall. John followed soon after, his eyes rolling back as he unleashed a torrent of cum, painting the floor with his release.
They collapsed on the floor, chests heaving, their spent cocks glistening with satisfaction. "That was intense," Mike said, his eyes sparkling with post-orgasmic bliss.
"You're telling me," John agreed, his hand reaching out to ruffle his son's sweaty hair. "But I believe I won the competition."
"What? No way," Mike protested, sitting up. "We both came at the same time."
John's eyes twinkled with mischief. "True, but I held out longer. And as the winner, I get to claim my prize."
Mike's curiosity piqued. "Oh yeah? And what prize is that?"
John's gaze turned hungry as he stood up, his cock already stirring with interest. "I want to shower with you, son. Let's clean up together."
Mike's breath hitched at the suggestion. He had always loved showering with his dad, their soapy hands exploring each other's bodies, but it had been a while since they had shared that intimate ritual. "Lead the way, dad," he said, his voice thick with anticipation.
They stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading over their sweaty bodies. John lathered up a washcloth, running it over Mike's broad shoulders and down his chest, his hands lingering on his son's nipples, making them pucker.
Mike moaned softly, his head falling back as he enjoyed his dad's touch. "That feels amazing, dad. Been a while since we did this."
"Too long," John agreed, his breath hot on Mike's neck as he kissed his way down his spine. "I've missed this."
Their soapy hands roamed lower, cupping each other's firm asses, fingers teasing the sensitive crevices. They turned to face each other, their hard cocks pressing together, pre-cum mixing as they rocked their hips in a sensual dance.
"I've got something I want to show you," John whispered, his eyes dark with desire. "Close your eyes, son."
Mike obeyed, his heart pounding with excitement. He felt his dad's hands on his hips, guiding him backward until he felt the cool tiles of the shower wall against his chest.
"Okay, open them," John instructed, his voice hoarse with anticipation.
Mike's eyes fluttered open, and he gasped at the sight before him. John stood proudly, his thick cock straining upward, the head glistening with pre-cum. But it was the fleshlight in his dad's hand that truly caught his attention. It was unlike any he had seen before, a lifelike replica of a woman's mouth and throat.
"Do you like it, son?" John asked, his voice thick with arousal. "I've been saving this for a special occasion."
"It's incredible, dad," Mike replied, his eyes fixed on the toy. "Can I… can I touch it?"
"Be my guest," John said, handing it to him.
Mike took the fleshlight, his fingers exploring the soft, supple material. He ran his thumb over the lips, imagining them wrapped around his cock. "It feels so real, dad. I can't wait to try it out."
"Why don't you give it a go?" John suggested, his eyes burning with lust. "I'll hold it for you."
Mike nodded eagerly, stepping forward until the head of his cock pressed against the entrance. John guided the toy, his hand wrapping around his son's shaft as he slowly slid it inside.
Mike groaned, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as the soft lips enveloped him. "Oh fuck, dad. This feels amazing."
John's breath quickened as he watched his son's face contort in ecstasy. "You like that, boy? Want me to move it for you?"
"Please," Mike begged, his hips thrusting gently as he slid in and out of the tight channel.
John began to pump the fleshlight, his hand moving in sync with his son's thrusts. "That's it, son. Let it all out. Cum for me."
Mike's breath hitched, his body tensing as he neared his peak. "I'm close, dad. So close."
"That's it, boy," John encouraged, his voice hoarse. "Fill that mouth with your load."
With a guttural cry, Mike came hard, his body shaking as he unleashed his seed into the fleshlight. John continued to stroke him through his orgasm, milking every last drop from his spent cock.
As Mike came down from his high, he opened his eyes to see his dad's hungry gaze fixed on the cum-filled toy. "You like that, dad?"
John licked his lips, his eyes sparkling with desire. "You know I do, son. But I think we forgot something."
"What's that?" Mike asked, his breath still ragged.
"I believe I won the competition, and my prize was this shower," John reminded him, his hand reaching for the fleshlight. "And I intend to use it."
Mike's eyes widened as he realized his mistake. "Oh right, my bad. Go for it, dad."
John's cock twitched with anticipation as he brought the toy to his lips, his tongue darting out to taste the mixture of cum and lube on the entrance. "Mmm, tastes like heaven," he moaned, his eyes closing in pleasure as he slid the toy over his swollen shaft.
Mike watched, transfixed, as his dad fucked the fleshlight, his hips thrusting wildly. "That's it, dad. Let it all out."
John's breath quickened, his hand moving furiously as he neared his climax. "Oh fuck, son. I'm gonna blow. Where do you want me to shoot?"
"Anywhere you want, dad," Mike replied, his eyes fixed on his dad's cock. "Mark your territory."
With a roar, John came, his body convulsing as he coated the shower walls with his release, his cum mingling with his son's. They stood there, breathless, their bodies glistening in the steamy shower, their cocks spent but satisfied.
"That was something else, dad," Mike said, his voice filled with awe.
"It certainly was, son," John agreed, his hand reaching out to ruffle his son's hair affectionately. "But now, I believe I need some real food. Let's go raid the fridge."
They stepped out of the shower, their bodies still naked and unashamed, and made their way to the kitchen, their cocks swinging freely with each step. Their relationship may have crossed forbidden lines, but in that moment, they felt closer than ever.