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With an onerous sigh PJ slipped his underwear over his left kneecap, down his shin, and off of his socked foot. Forming a tangled heap around his right foot, he took a moment to enjoy the thrill of nudity in a shared space. Unfortunately, according to the text he had just received, Max wouldn't be back to their dorm for awhile.

"Taking care of myself, again," he whined to himself.

Idly, he cupped and rolled his soft, furry balls, his fingers still moist from the lube he had spread gratuitously on his cherry red butt plug. Dubbed 'The Midterm' by Max, it was the second biggest toy PJ had in his sizable collection. Another benefit to finally escaping from under the roof of his overbearing parents.

Snatching his cellphone from the top of the hamper, he logged onto the local Spoonerville hook-up site. Barring a nice fucking from his roommate, PJ enjoyed parking his plump prostate to the thought of other local queers, though he was never brave enough to actually contact any. Today, however, in the boonies of the profile section, an unexpected face made an appearance.

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His first coherent thought was, surprisingly, about his personal health; that had he had the cigar in his mouth, he would of swallowed it.

Pete hadn't known what to expect when the text had first arrived in his inbox. It wasn't anyone he knew, and he had never given his cellphone infomation out to anyone he had hooked up with. In Pete's mind, those queers weren't to be trusted. He only let them fuck him, on occasion, because the wife was being stingy at home.

After opening the text though, Pete's mind achieved a state of division by zero. His brain rejected what his eyes relayed to it. That impish face peeking over the shoulder, that round and yielding ass, that oh-so-familiar body that Pete had given a less-than-fatherly glance more than once ("Just making sure my boy's growing up strong and not turning out like some nancy goof," he'd convinced himself on numerous occasions).

Glancing down, he was surprised to discover he was, apparently, already in the process of massaging his hefty cock.

Ten minutes later, he would make the same surprising discovery in the car as he sped home.

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Very little was said after Pete Junior arrived home. An awkward hug in the front hall, an invitation to have a beer. The two suddenly found themselves outside of the relationship they had shared their entire lives.

Pete, mustering all the courage his large frame had always provided him, broke the tension first. Taking his son's cheek in hand, he kissed his boy on the lips, and pressed his swollen girth against his boy's stomach.

Within minutes, they were in Pete's room, undressing rapidly, touching, groping. Pete had begun smoking another cigar; it was the one vice Peg had never allowed him to indulge in when they used to make love.

The father guided the son's mouth to his body, already feeling his cock eager to find release. Lost in the act that had dwelt hazily in their darkest fantasies, the two heard nothing of Peg's approach, or the beating of the Erinyes wings.

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