Home for the Holidays – Chase Daniels, Kristofer Weston
Chase had just returned to his parents’ house for the holidays when he went to check on his dad. Mr. Weston, wearing his holiday cardigan, was on the sofa in the living room doing some work. The handsome dad asked his son the necessary questions: How is he? How is school going? But then, he asked Chase for a massage. It seemed like an innocent enough request; Chase had rubbed his father’s shoulders (and even a few feet) here and there over the years.
His dad asked Chase to continue to tell him about school so far and to let him know that he missed him and was happy to be home. Mr. Weston then asked his son if he had “fun” with girls… or even boys. Chase was a little embarrassed by the line of questioning at first, but he felt safe and open enough to openly discuss it with his dad. The question also instantly sent blood rushing from Chase’s head to his cock. He admitted to his father that the boys at school masturbate together a lot. With that admission, Chase saw his father’s eyes light up with remarkable interest.
It is true that both father and son were aware of the sexual tension that began to surface during these massages over the years. They both wasted time thinking about the other, especially when pulling their own cocks. But those were just fantastic thoughts that didn’t have even a modicum of probability. At least that’s what Chase thought, until now.
Mr. Weston then asked his son how much experience he had. As he asked, he rubbed Chase’s neck slowly. His son felt the energy shift in a strange but exciting way when his father looked him in the face and touched him. It was the same energy he would feel massaging his father so long ago; the feeling of your boycott jumping in your pants.
Mr. Weston asked if his son had ever kissed anyone. Chase had. Bravely, and almost too casually, the burly, bearded father told him to show him how he did it. Much to Chase’s shock, he leaned toward his father, almost reflexively, and casually complied. With parted lips, he found his father’s lips. Immediately after tasting it, he felt his body vibrate. The boy’s and man’s mouths opened wider and wider as Mr. Weston pulled Chase close.
Quickly becoming more than just a kissing lesson or demonstration, Mr. Weston took Chase’s shirt and asked him to remove it. Again, drawn together, they kissed. This time, the kiss went from sensual to deeply erotic as his father praised the boy’s skill and also gave him some pointers. His tone changed; Chase had never heard that specific voice before, but he loved it.
None of them were worried about how quickly things escalated. His hands roamed. Weston noticed Chase’s hard stick and asked his son if he wanted to stop. Chase said no, and Mr. Weston began to unbutton his boy’s jeans. Now in his underwear, Chase watched his dad grope his underwear. Mr. Weston instinctively knew how to tease his son’s pack, squeezing it a couple of times as he bent down to taste the boy’s nipple.
Chase shivered excitedly. He loved the slow, sensual pace, but he was also looking forward to seeing where it would go. Weston pulled down the front of his son’s boxers, and Chase pulled them down to let his father see the hard flesh up close and personal. His dad complimented his son’s cock, letting him know it was just like his, and then wrapped his mouth around it.
Mr. Weston worked his oral magic on his son, then asked him to lean over on the couch and show his ass. Chase exposed his hole to his father, who praised him again, telling his son how beautiful he is, just like his. Mr. Weston proceeded to stroke the boy’s cock with one hand as he breathed and smelled Chase’s opening. Dad dove face first into the boy’s cheeks, then plunged his tongue right into Chase’s parachute.
