I always knew it was bound to happen. Jason had already seen me with women when he’d come home early from work. Jason, my son, was 19. His mom and I divorced a couple years ago, mostly because she didn’t want me going out and finding men to fuck. It was a desire that had started building when she stopped having sex. So, we divorced and I started getting laid. Often. Usually I fucked women, but every now and then I’d get with a dude. Honestly, guys are just as fun, but a total different fuck. As if that wasn’t obvious…

Anyway, Kyle was busy forcing his cock down my throat when I heard the front door close, heard sneakers squeak on the tile. Jason always seemed to slam the door. Kyle didn’t care; he was too busy using my face to get off to bother with anyone else walking in on us. In fact, he seemed to get even more fervent with his thrusts. I didn’t want to wait any more. I wanted him in my ass.

“I’m ready,” I said as I climbed up onto my king size bed causing a creaking noise to give me away. “How do you want me?” My chest was down on the mattress, on my legs a few feet apart with my asscheeks spread, hoping he’d plow me right there like that.

“Just like that, but over the railing.” God, I loved how desperate Kyle made me feel. It had been too long since he’d been over to fuck me. I missed being made to feel like a cheap whore. Out where anyone with a view of my back yard might get a glance. I almost wish someone would see. I definitely was full of nervous excitement knowing my son might get an eyeful.

See, I knew Jason had spied on me before. As I said, he maslak escort was never quiet coming in the front door. I’d had plenty of women over, fucked them in my bed. I’d heard him countless times beating off on the stairs as I plunged my cock into beautiful women. But never had I been lucky enough to have him walk in while I was with a man. It was a major turn on. I’d dropped plenty of hints that I liked cock, but I wasn’t sure if he ever understood I was serious.

I hopped off the bed and walked out into the rain. I bent myself over the rail, spreading my ass, the cool rain falling on my back, in my hair. I looked back to see Kyle’s gorgeous physique standing directly behind me. I felt the girthy head of his dick press into my lusting hole. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jason on the stairs. I nearly gave myself away smiling to know he was witnessing me get drilled. I growled.

“That good, Rob?” Kyle asked as he ground his hips into my back side, followed by a hard smack on my ass.

“Go for it, Kyle. You feel so damn good up my ass. And don’t take it easy. I need a good pounding.”

I was in heaven. Kyle didn’t go easy on me. He drilled, pounded, plunged deep into me with each powerful stroke. I ground back at him, meeting each of Kyle’s forward thrusts with a thrust of my own back onto him. His breathing became even heavier, his smacks on my ass harder and less frequent. And finally, he plunged to new depths. His hips slammed into my asscheeks and he held me. I felt his cock spasm and twitch in my insides.

He nearly collapsed onto my escort gebze back as his strength gave out. As for myself, I would have fallen without the railing of the balcony to hold me up. He nuzzled the back of my neck, sucking the raindrops and sweat off of me. Not long after, I found the strength to see if Jason was still there, watching. He wasn’t. I gently urged Kyle to back out of me so I could check the rest of the house.

I waddled back into the bedroom looking for a towel. I found one at the foot of the bed. Grabbing it and drying myself off, I gingerly made my way down the short hall to the stairway. And there, I found all the evidence I needed: a fresh puddle of gooey white cum on the top stair. I reached down and scooped some up with my hand, brought it to my mouth…

“You’re a very bad man, Rob,” Kyle said over my shoulder. “And a very nice fuck.”

I paused, then tasted my son’s cum. Salty and sweet. Not much different from my own. But less warm then I’d like. I felt myself harden again knowing that Jason had jerked off watching me get fucked. If only his mom had been so open-minded, I might still be married to her. I turned back to Kyle and kissed him on the lips. He bent down as well, scooped his own helping of Jason jizz, and rubbed it on my revitalized erection. He pulled me away from the stairs and nearly tossed me on the bed. He knelt in front of me, holding my, and took my solid member into his wet, warm, inviting mouth.

“He watched us,” I said. “He really watched you fuck the shit out of my ass. He didn’t just escort merter run off. He stayed and watched. And he came while watching our fucking, Kyle. He fucking came watching us fuck.” I was talking myself into my next orgasm truly as much as Kyle was sucking it out of me. “My son watched me get plowed like a field in spring. He saw his old man take cock. He…” Nothing else intelligible came from my mouth, just a long series of moans and gasps. Kyle had worked a finger into my cum-filled asshole and found my prostate. What cum I had left in my balls was lost to Kyle’s beautiful throat. “Make me your bitch again, Kyle,” I asked him. “Fuck me right here on the bed.”

“In a bit, you fucking slut. Let’s take a breather.” And I was tired enough to doze off.

I woke when I felt Kyle kiss his way up my body. He stopped when his face was even with mine, my legs lifted onto his shoulders, my cock rock hard, my ass winking in anticipation. He kissed me, deeply and with passion. I was ready. As much as I wanted his cock in me, I truly needed it.

“Please,” I whined, desperate to be filled again. “Please fuck me. Fuck me now!”

Kyle positioned himself at my entrance. And rather than ease his way in, he pushed with force, invading my gaping hole. I clenched down, giving him tightness. Even so, he bottomed out with ease. My voice disappeared as I floated in ecstasy.

“Um,… Hello?”

Snapped back to reality, I look to the doorway. There was Jason, looking amused. And beside him, our past neighbor’s daughter, Jenn, who’d seen me get fucked in the back yard. Kyle’s shaft spasmed, and if I’d had any ejaculate left, my own would have shot past my head all the way to the headboard.

“Mind if we join the next round?”

I was too lost in my orgasm to notice who said what. But I knew I wanted exactly what they were asking for.