Ben Could Feel Jaime's Cock Bulging Through His Boxers, Rutting Against Ben's Abdomen With Nothing But

Ben could feel Jaime's cock bulging through his boxers, rutting against Ben's abdomen with nothing but a thin bit of fabric separating them. "I-" he thought for a second, "there were a couple guys in college, but uh, you sure Jaime?" Ben asked, taking just a second to clarify, "Because I've been thinking about fucking you for months, but I ain't small." That was a truth that would be hard for Jaime to wrap his mouth around, let alone what Ben could only imagine had to be a tight ass. Ben sat up at height, looking down at his boy's flushed skin and parted lips. His fingers slipped under the waistband of his boxers and pulled his hefty cock out enough so that it could bounce against his son's waist. "Why don't you show your daddy how bad you want it?"

Jaime froze for a brief moment and opened his mouth to apologize. He should not have kissed his father’s neck like that. He couldn’t help himself, he thought of an excuse but his panic was interrupted by the older male’s pleading words. His father was not reprimanding him, he wanted him too. “I'll stay.” He said quietly before their lips touched. His hands gripped his old man’s waist tightly as he deepened the kiss, his cock bulging under his boxers as he made out with his dad. “Fuck” he whimpered. “Sorry.” He added between kisses, out of habit. He pulled away from the kiss to gaze into his eyes, to make sure he wasn’t imagining it. “Have you ever been with a guy, dad?” He asked, “I want you to fuck me. Is that okay?” It wasn't okay, and he knew it, but he still wanted it.

Justin Chien - The Brothers Sun

Episode 5: The Rolodex

A chill ran up his spin as Jaime squeezed his arms again, the other's touch doing more to him than he thought he could ever say out loud. What would the other thing? What would he say? "Weird? Jaime you're welcome in my bed any time," Ben sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, "I keep thinking about how you're gonna be out of the house soon. How sad is it that your old man isn't gonna know what to do with himself without you?" The laugh that followed was short and tight before he ruffled Jaime's hair and moved towards the master bedroom as his hand rattled at his belt. "Anytime you want to spend together," Ben kicked off his jeans as he crawled into bed and lifted the covers for Jaime to join, "I'm down for. Now c'mon, cuddle up. Tell me more about these friends of yours, anyone I know?"

Jaime rolled his eyes when his father claimed he was too good for those men. It was flattering, and he hated that he believed him. It only made his life harder. No one would ever quite measure up to the man in front of him. There was a weird tension in the air, something charged and new. He gulped and willed himself to step away and go to his bedroom, but he didn’t move a muscle from where he stood. “No– I mean, yes, but I was thinking,” he squeezed the muscles under his touch a little “Can I sleep with you tonight? I don’t want to leave you.” It was an odd feeling of longing. He didn’t want to be away from his father, suddenly. “We can cuddle, like when I was little. If you don’t think it’s weird.” He licked his lips, gazing into his father’s eyes to gauge a reaction. He didn’t want to weird him out.