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After months of preparation, the day had finally arrived.
Well, that wasn’t strictly accurate. What was happening now—Sean sitting halfway down his father’s mattress, sound and lube close at hand, waiting for Esteban to finish in the bathroom—had been over a year in the making.
It had started the summer after freshman year, when he came home from college newly out to his friends and followed that up by casually mentioning the boy he’d been dating to his family. Esteban’s quiet reaction worried Sean at first, until his father sat beside him at the kitchen bar later that night and confided that he was bisexual, too, but hadn’t yet worked up the courage to enter into a serious relationship with another man. What at first was a chaste bonding moment transformed over the course of a three-day father-son camping trip that July into a very unchaste series of trysts, one that blazed through the summer and sparked up again with each of Sean’s trips home as a sophomore.
This sound, though—this sound was the fruit of months of work.
The first job had been getting Esteban to agree to even try it. His dad was almost as straight-laced in bed as he was everywhere else, the fact that he was fucking and getting fucked by his eldest son notwithstanding. In the beginning he refused to believe that sounding was a thing people did; when Sean brought him evidence, he dismissed it as a joke. Sean’s next attempt was met with a full-blown freakout over how their relationship was pushing Sean toward moral dissolution and it was only when Sean demonstrated it on himself via webcam during finals week that Esteban’s opposition lapsed. He finally relented when Sean came home after his last exam and that weekend, while thirteen-year-old Daniel was out enjoying his newly extended curfew, Sean reveled in his victory by gently stretching out his dad’s urethra with his first modest sound. The first of many.
“Did you like it?” Sean said, once the afterglow had passed from gooey to sticky and he was sure he’d receive an honest answer. “Better than you thought?”
“Mmm,” Esteban rumbled back. “Weird. Different. Could be torture if the wrong person’s doing it. But all of that in a good way.”
Sean laughed. He sat up to kiss Esteban’s lips, then settled back down into his fuzzy chest. Esteban unclinched his hand from Sean’s waist and brought it up to neaten his son’s hair, stroke his damp neck.
“How’d you even get the idea? Normal sex with your Papito not crazy enough for young people these days?”
“No. I mean, yes.” Sean frowned at his dad’s dense forest of chest hair, dewy with sweat and come. “I don’t think I’m a super kinky person.”
“You don’t?” Esteban said, stifling a laugh of his own.
“It’s not about wanting to do crazy, extreme things. I just…really like your slit.”
“My slit?”
“Your peehole, you know? It turns me on.”
Esteban muttered incredulously to himself in Spanish but didn’t press the issue. Even if he had, he wouldn’t have found Sean a liar. Sounds aside, Sean’s tastes in bed were distinctly vanilla: hand jobs, blow jobs, anal much more seldom and always in unadventurous positions. It wasn’t the activity of sounding that excited him but the person he was doing it to. Because the truth was that at the tip of the fat eight-inch dick that had made him twenty years prior was a hole begging to be fucked. It wasn’t a smooth subtle aperture in the flesh like his own, something all but invisible. No, it was a deep cleft in the cockhead at the bottom of its own plum-red valley, huge and wet, copious with its slick. When Sean had his dad in his mouth and thrust the tip of his tongue around and into his slit, Esteban would groan and spasm without fail, gushing a flood of sweet and salty precome for his son to drink down greedily. Even if Dad himself didn’t know it yet, Little Esteban sure did. He wanted to be fucked.
And maybe, just perhaps, part of Sean’s thrill at sounding was that he was getting to fuck the cock he’d come out of. But wasn’t that just a given?
“Okay, Seanie-Boy,” Esteban whispered. He shut and locked his bedroom door behind him. “You ready?”
Sean smirked and nodded. Dad always whispered and snuck around and locked the bedroom door, even when Daniel was out with friends miles away, even when Daniel always stayed out until fifteen minutes after curfew. It was cute, in spite of Sean wishing they could be honest about what they were doing as two consenting adults. One day, he figured. He was good at biding his time.
“Right here, Papito.” Sean patted his spread thighs. “Come sit on this dick.”
“Still hard, huh?” Esteban swatted Sean’s erection down, only for it to boing back against his son’s taut runner’s stomach. “Oh, to be twenty years old again.”
“Yeah, right, old man. Like you’re not stiff and leaking before I’m even inside you. On either end.”
“Hmm, true. Who needs Viagra when you’ve got a hot son, am I right?” Esteban backed up between Sean’s legs, clutched his knees for purchase, lowered his round furry ass to Sean’s cock. Sean guided himself in, sighing at the first hot squeeze of his dad’s hole around his glans.
“Geez,” Sean said in awe. “You’re still loose from yesterday?”
“You mean from the last three months of you being home for the summer,” Esteban grunted. He sank halfway down Sean’s length before pausing for a breath. “I think there’s a Seanie-Boy shaped indentation in my ass now.”
“You give as good as you get, Papito.”
“I’m not complaining.”
“Better not be,” Sean said, slapping the sides of Esteban’s butt as he bottomed out. “Because this ass is mine.”
Esteban moaned, breathed, leaned back for a long, sloppy kiss. When it was over he glanced at the paraphernalia laid out at the foot of the bed.
“So.”
“So,” Sean said. He popped open the lube.
“Time to try the extra long one?”
“As long as you’re not having second thoughts.”
“No, not at all.” Esteban watched Sean lube up the long, blunt-headed sound in silence for a while, then chuckled. “You know, a few months back I would’ve run screaming if you showed me that. Now….”
“Now?”
“Now, mijo, it turns me on like nothing else. Knowing how deep you’re going to be. Somewhere no one else is ever going to be but you.”
“How about here?” Sean said, jerking his hips. “You going to let anyone else tap this sweet ass once I head back to school?”
Esteban ground back into him, soothed his big calloused hands up and down Sean’s wiry thighs. Sean brought the sound around to the tip of Esteban’s half-hard cock and hooked his chin over his dad’s shoulder.
“No, of course not. How about you?”
“I made it through one year without being tempted. Another one should be no problem. Relax, okay?”
“Alright,” Esteban said. Sean could feel him hold his breath as the sound made its first drop down his slit and the muscles of the urethra sucked it in. He was nervous, but Sean was nervous too. Their entire summer had been leading up to this moment, when they’d finally attempt a sound long enough to traverse the length of Esteban’s penis and massage his prostate while Sean fucked against it from the other end. Countless hours of research and sanitizing and stretching and cleanup, all for something that might not even work. They were entitled to a few nerves.
“Oh, Dad,” Sean murmured, as the stainless steel sound slid deeper into Esteban with agonizing slowness. “So fucking hot. How does it feel?”
“You know. Full. Like how I feel with my hijo’s big curved cock in my ass.”
“Mhm. The perfect curve for my papi’s prostate. Like I was made for it.”
Esteban shuddered and his fingers clenched Sean’s thighs. He nodded wordlessly at the lube and Sean hurried to add more to the sound’s last few inches.
“There we go,” Sean said. “You’re rock hard now, Dad.”
“I can see that.”
“It’s not too tight for the sound? It’s supposed to be easier when there’s a little give.”
“Doesn’t feel too bad. All that stretching must be paying off.”
Sean went in for another kiss, relishing the sting of beard burn that he’d soon be going without for most of the next nine months. He got so lost in it, at the lightheadedness of breathing the air straight from his dad’s lungs, that at first he was confused by the near-wail that Esteban loosed.
“It’s in,” he muttered, when Sean pulled back to search his expression. “I can feel it.”
And in it was. Only the voluptuously beveled handle glimmered in the evening sunset through the curtains. Every inch of the sound, all the way to its stimulating broadhead, had plumbed his dad’s depths. Not only that, but the throbbing erection around it, the thick brown shaft and engorged maroon head, were testament to how much Esteban was loving the experience.
“Fuck, Dad,” Sean cooed. “You really feel it on your prostate?”
“Yes,” Esteban replied, his voice cracking. “My bladder too. My dick—everywhere.”
“Holy shit.” Sean squirted lube into one of his palms, used it to slick his dad’s length. When he reached the sound’s handle he shook it infinitesimally, just to check it for give. Esteban cursed. His cock spurted precome, and when Sean flicked the handle again a veritable deluge sluiced out.
“Fuck, Dad,” Sean said again. “You like that, don’t you? You like letting your son fuck the dick he came out of?”
“Seanie-Boy,” Esteban whimpered.
“Come on, Papito,” Sean said, putting his hands to work on Esteban’s cock. “Ride your baby boy’s dick. Fuck yourself on it. I want to feel Daddy’s hot come on me.”
Esteban whined, rocked his hips, arched his back as he dug half-moons into Sean’s thighs. With each upsurge, Sean wrapped his fingers tight around his dad and vibrated the sound just a little, enough to start tremors all throughout the rest of Esteban’s body. After only a few torturous bounces his knees buckled and Sean had to catch him, leaving a shower of precome to fall on the carpet.
“Fuck me, hijo,” he said deliriously. “Dámelo duro.”
Above all, Sean was a good son. So no matter how much he wanted the moment to stretch on, he did what his father asked. He wiped the lube from his hands and used them to cradle Esteban, cupping his dad’s ass as he fucked up into him with all the enthusiasm of his twenty years. He snapped his hips the way he knew would get his curve to nail his dad’s prostate and before even a minute had passed, Esteban shivered and cried out.
“I’m coming. Seanie-Boy, I’m coming.”
“Do it,” Sean growled. He clamped down on Esteban’s legs, impaling him on his cock, then thrust out his hands to receive his dad’s load. “Give it to me. Give me the come that made me.”
With a final gasp of breath, Esteban came. His sack pulled in towards his body, draining their seed up and out, while his ass pulsated around his son’s cock. His abused prostate released its fluid and a few seconds later the first dribbles of come splattered into Sean’s palm. Both of them loved the long slow ooze of ejaculate when a sound was inside, how it extended an ephemeral speck of time into something different, something more. Sean sucked love bites into Esteban’s neck and shoulder as he waited for the dribbles, and once he had enough he spread his dad’s come up his shaft, through his lush pubic hair, down around the heavy sack and huge low-hanging balls he’d come from almost exactly twenty years and nine months before. That thought, that reminder was what finally provoked him to come for the third time that day. He pumped deep inside his dad’s ass, yanking him down possessively for the duration. Esteban rolled his head back once Sean was still.
“Wow,” he said, his voice hoarse. Wrecked.
“Yeah.”
“I can’t believe how good that felt, mijo. You really outdid yourself.”
“Nah, that was all you, Papi.” Sean leaned in for a kiss, then a sigh. “I’m going to miss you so much this year.”
“But not the stubble burn,” Esteban quipped.
“I might even miss that. It’s comforting in a way.”
Esteban laughed. “Really? Maybe we actually are meant to be together.”
They sat quietly for a moment and Sean used it to map out the contours of his dad’s body. The thick thighs and ass from standing and squatting all day; the little belly paunch he couldn’t entirely get rid of, no matter how many kale smoothies he drank; the broad chest with its mat of fur that, for Sean’s entire life, had smelled of the same green bar soap. The strong shoulders that carried all the worries of their little family, their little world.
“We should tell Daniel,” Sean finally said, speaking the words into Esteban’s nape. “He’s old enough to understand.”
“He’s not.” Esteban edged away, and Sean’s flaccid penis plopped free. “Maybe in a few years. Not yet.”
“He’s a smart kid. Kind. He knows we’re both adults. That we love—”
“Sean,” Esteban said sharply.
“Okay. No, you’re right. I’m just…sick of hiding.”
“I know, hijo.” Esteban rose to his feet, eased the rest of the sound out of his deflating dick, handed it to Sean. “But you just have to trust me. It’s not for forever.”
“Okay, Papito.” Sean beamed. “I trust you.”
“Good.” Esteban leaned down to kiss his forehead. “I need to go pee. I’ll be back to help clean up.”
He left for the bathroom and Sean flopped back onto the bed, stretching his free arm to the headboard and the one holding the sound up into the warm dusk. It had always been one of his problems, letting anxiety over the future ruin his enjoyment of the present. He didn’t want to bring that into his relationship with Dad, not when there was already such a maturity gap by nature. And besides, enjoying the present wasn’t that hard to do. Not when he was sleeping with as good a lover as his father.
Sean brought the sound to his lips and licked it clean, first the blunt head and then the long, slender shaft. It was the salty-sweet taste of Dad, of private places deep inside he’d never shared with anyone. Sean always cleaned the sounds first with his tongue, and this was the best-tasting one yet. The sweetest sound.