He too, seems to have a similar penchant for sexualizing his old man. I can’t count the amount of times we’ve been going about our respective days and routines and somehow, one way or another, our clothes fly off and my boy is begging to be filled with the seed that made him.

Just a few days ago, I had told Asher’s slightly elder cousin Jordan to come visit us. I don’t know how or especially when, but the two rascals managed to act every bit their age and Jordan ended up sliding inside Asher. The thought of my nephew kissing my son, tasting my son, feeling my son was… enthralling, actually. A bit worrying, for all the obvious reasons, but on the other side of that is the fact that Asher is so hungry for cock that he couldn’t help but seduce his cousin. Knowing that makes my meat stiffen up instantly.

As I found Jordan’s shirt under the couch while I was cleaning up, I let all these thoughts flood my mind. It took me a minute to remember that I could easily just go and ask Asher. I was already completely bricked up as I made my way up the stairs and into his room to ask. Asher, ever as open and honest with his dad as usual, was very forthcoming. He knew I was curious in more ways than one, so I asked him to not only tell me, but…

…to show me.

He welcomed the idea with a sheepish smile. I asked him to show me how they kissed. He planted a deep kiss on my lips; something tells me their kiss couldn’t have been as passionate. Our clothes began to make their way off our bodies, piece by piece.

I proceeded to get a step-by-step sequence of events from Asher as to how his cousin ended up sliding his cock inside his bonus hole. I removed my boy’s pants and positioned myself between his legs and began to taste him. I asked him if Jordan worked his tongue on him like I did.

I had Asher guide me to parrot my nephew’s movements and reenact them out on him. After working Asher up with my mouth, I removed my own shorts and let my long stiff cock spring free. It throbbed more and more with each little sequence. I drove it into Asher’s hungry wet mound, missionary first, before spooning him and sliding in for some long, intense thrusts. At this point, the reenactment had all but ended. I got Asher on all fours and began to pound him more vigorously.

We did it all. We did everything from lapping up his wet hole to dipping my stiff rod into its warmth. Sex between the two of us was always a treat, but I couldn’t stop thinking of how hot it would’ve been to watch him get pounded by someone else. Or better even, having someone else watch me pound him. Maybe even Jordan and I, two muscular men, sharing this angel-faced twink between us. As I was building to an explosive climax with these images running through my head, Jordan suddenly appeared in the very open doorway!

Oh yeah, this is going to happen…