Chemistry
by Wrestlr
3. Paul and Tom
Paul had come to the apartment over the garage to ask whether Jason wanted to go to breakfast with Tom and him. When he found the door cracked open and heard the moaning, he tiptoed inside and up the stairs, thinking Jason might be ill. Spying the boy lying there naked on his bed with one hand wrapped around his dick and the other between his raised legs, Paul knew Jason wasn’t feeling bad. No, he was probably feeling really damn good. Lurking out of sight, Paul watched as the boy brought himself to orgasm, released a torrent of cum. Then, grinning as Jason sank back into the bed and seemed at the cusp of falling back into sleep, Paul quietly slipped out.
“Breakfast will have to wait, Tomcat,” Paul told his son Tom. “Something more urgent has come up.”
“What is it, Dad?” Tom asked, and then he saw Paul squeeze the hard-on in the crotch of his slacks. “Oh!”
“I just walked in on Jason jacking off. If he wasn’t a coworker, I’d be licking the juice off his balls right now. He’s a cute kid and he looks even better naked.”
“You saw him naked? How’s he hung? Did you beat me to fucking him?”
“I’ll tell you all about that later. Right now, get your ass to the bedroom. I’ve got a hard-on like you won’t believe.”
“Oh, I believe it. I can see it through your pants,” Tom smirked. “I’m kind of hungry, but I guess I can eat you for breakfast instead. You wanna flip to see who’s on top?”
“No way—I want to be in control this time.”
“Okay, but you’re going to owe me one, though.”
“Deal.”
Clothes were discarded in a flurry during their rush to the bedroom. Tom was the first one naked. Falling back on the bed, he waited for his father. Paul wasn’t far behind. Dropping on all fours over his son, Paul bent down and kissed him. “I love you, Tomcat.”
Tom always said he hated that nickname, but he also kind-of liked when his father used it; the nickname was something special, just between the two of them. Tom laughed. ”Now you tell me something like that? What you love is the way I suck your big dick, how your dick feels in my tight ass, and how mine feels in your mouth and ass!“
Paul grinned wider. “You’re right. And I know what you love too.” He leaned forward until his hard chest hovered over his son’s face, the small crystal pendant around his neck swinging between then. “Look deep, son. Look deep and relax. It’s sleepytime.“
Tom released a contented sigh, eyes closing, as the familiar hypnotic trance began taking over his mind.
“Good boy. You go into sleepytime so easily now, don’t you? You’re such a good boy. Now it’s time to give your daddy’s big dick some loving. Lick it. Suck it.”
Sliding forward until he was straddling Tom’s chest, Paul pushed his dick-head at Tom’s mouth. Tom’s slow-moving tongue licked the head before Paul told him to open wide. He pushed forward until his cock was lodged in the beginning of his son’s throat. At this angle he couldn’t go farther, but that was fine. He wanted to fuck his son’s mouth for a couple minutes.
When they had first started having sex a couple of years ago, Tom had been afraid of his dad’s big piece of meat. Paul had been patient and hadn’t forced Tom to do more than he wanted. He had shown the boy how good it felt to have a mouth sucking on his cock. The boy had reciprocated.
Then a guy on the coaching staff that Paul dated a while last year introduced him to hypnosis kink-play, and Paul introduced Tom to it too, and being hypnotized made everything so much easier. Hypnosis and patience and practice were all that was needed to turn the boy into a willing and expert dick-sucker, a happy cock-slut. Before long Tom could take his father’s fat prick to the balls without gagging. More time and more intensive hypnotic training had been needed break in the kid’s ass. Tom hadn’t wanted to get fucked at first. Paul had to use hypnosis and sex to wear him down. Starting with his fingers, sometimes a small dildo, he gradually worked on introducing Tom’s entranced subconscious to the pleasure of ass-play, knowing his conscious mind would follow in time. Soon, Paul had worked Tom up to a dildo that was almost as big as his cock. After a while of that, Paul had worked Tom into an extra-deep trance and did the final bit of stretching personally. Now Tom could take his dick happily and hungrily; he’d learned to love getting fucked.
Sometimes Paul let Tom hypnotize him too, but what Paul had not realized at first was that Tom also had his own plans. One day Paul had snapped out of a trance to find himself on his back, legs up and over Tom’s shoulders, as his son slid his cock in and out of Paul’s butthole. Rather than get upset, Paul realized getting fucked felt good. His ass had stretched quicker and the boy’s cock wasn’t yet as man-sized as his dad’s. The training had been worth the time for both of them. They both loved a big piece of hard meat pumping their assholes. Getting fucked felt almost as good as doing the fucking into a tight ass.
Made pliant by the hypnosis, Tom let his father fuck his mouth for several minutes before Paul shifted position. Paul lay back on the bed and spread his knees. “I’m too horny to make this last, Tomcat,” Paul groused. “Get over here and suck my load out of my nuts. Then I’ll take care of you.”
Moving sleepwalker-slow, Tom knelt between Paul’s legs. His entranced mind knew exactly what to do. Wrapping his hand around his father’s big nuts, he lifted the rigid prick and lowered his mouth over it. “That’s it,” Paul encouraged softly as he felt his cock-head touch the back of Tom’s throat. Tom knew exactly to hold Paul’s meat in his throat as long as he could, the way Paul liked it.
Entranced or awake, Tom loved sucking his father’s dick. Paul knew his son had experimented with sex and blow-jobs a few years ago with some of his buddies and had dated a couple of guys since then. Cameras Paul had secreted around the house caught them when they thought they were alone. The friends’ dicks were pretty good, but a little hypnosis had ensured that Tom most loved having the one that created him stuffed down his throat. “Yeah, son, suck that thing. That’s it, Tomcat. Show me how much you like my big dick in your mouth. Nobody sucks cock as good as you do. Suck it ’til I fill your stomach with my ball-juice.”
Tom was doing just that. His head moved up and down, letting his father’s fat rod thrust deep into him. Yeah, Paul sighed, entranced or awake, his son had become the best cock-sucker he could train him to be. Tom knew how to catch a breath, then swallow the meat again, and he was a hungry sucker too.
Suddenly, Paul grabbed his son’s head and started shoving his hips upward. His orgasm was about to hit. He buried his dick as deep as he could in the tight throat. He was treating Tom like a hole instead of a son, because that’s what Paul needed right then. Hot juice pumped and his body jerked. A pleasure-wave washed out of his cock and nuts, swept through his body and went spurting out the slit in his cock, only to be replaced by another. The memory of Jason jacking off filled Paul’s mind as he came in his son’s mouth.
Tom gently milked his father’s dick, licking up the last traces. Each stroke of his tongue made Paul jerk.
“That’s enough,” Paul gasped. “Sit up. Go ahead and jack yourself off, Tomcat.”
Tilting his torso upright, Tom took hold of his own cock and began stroking it. Paul loved to watch his son masturbate. He loved watching the thick foreskin move over the head of his boy’s cock. He liked sucking it even more.
Paul moved until his face was an inch away from Tom’s cock. “Now! Cum for me, Tomcat. Cum hard. Cum hard for me!” Tom grunted and bucked, grunted louder and continued to jack off as he shot his load. Paul stuck out his tongue and caught most of Tom’s spunk and swallowed.
At some point, Tom had woken up from his trance. Now they lay curled together on the bed in the aftermath of their orgasms. Paul tilted the boy’s head back and gave him a deep, probing kiss.
“I don’t know whose cum tastes better, yours or mine,” Tom said. “Now tell me about Jason. I want every detail.”
“Or maybe you’ll just have to see for yourself.”
Tom snickered. “Yeah? Well, maybe I will.”