A Quick Break, Then Some Action

"Are you okay, dad?"

Walter's head snapped up. "What? Oh, yeah. I'm fine. It's nothing, really. I'll just, uh, go to the toilet. Be back in a minute."

Tim couldn't help but stare, half in concern and half in lust, as his father sauntered down the hall. His large, bare ass cheeks wobbled behind him. He turned away when he saw his dad staring after him.

Walter quickly locked himself in the bathroom and slid down against the door, head in his hands. "I'm not gay! I can't be!"

"No. No. I just have to look at this rationally. I am a middle-aged man, who just happens to look like a college-aged blonde bombshell. I might be young enough to be my son's girlfriend, but I don't want to because that would mean I'm attracted to men. And I'm not. Even if I did enjoy that pantomime." He shook his head, frustrated. "No! I didn't enjoy anything! Fuck. I just need to go to the toilet and clear my head."

That was an even worse idea. As he stumbled his way through female anatomy, he couldn't help but long for a dick again. It made pissing so much easier, and he just wanted to feel its familiar weight in his hands again, stroking it, cupping the balls, swallowing it-

He broke that train of thought with a yell. "I. am NOT GAY!"

Quickly, he flushed the toilet and rinsed his hands, splashing water over his face as if that might wash the unwanted thoughts away. He could still feel them in his mind, though, the phantom tingling of a stranger's cock sliding down his throat or his son pounding into his ass...

He turned off the water and straightened up. He could play this off, right? Even if he was craving cock, he could just say it's a prank for the next person. Yes. That was all it was. His overactive inventor's mind coming up with new ideas. Nothing more.

"Hey Tim, I thought about what we could do for the next person."

Tim turned and raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? What is it?"

"Well, you're going to have to get naked for this one."

Obligingly, Tim stripped himself to his underwear, his bright blue boxers hiding away a reasonably sized bulge. Walter shook his head.

"Take them off."

"What? Why?"

"Because I'm going to suck your dick."

Tim recoiled. "No way! That's gross, dad!"

Walter shakily continued. "Not if you don't think of me as your father. Just think of me as the woman I look like. A random, hot slut sucking off your cock."

"What about the whole 'I'm not gay' thing? This seems very much gay." Was it gay? No, it wasn't. Surely not. Walter wasn't gay so sucking a dick couldn't be gay.

"It's just a prank, son. It doesn't mean anything. Plus, it'll give our next match up a surprise."

"If you're sure..."

"Just do it," Walter said, getting a little antsy as the lust started to rise. "If you don't, I will."

"Okay, okay! I'm getting them off!" Tim's fingers fumbled at the elastic of his underwear, but quickly pulled them off, revealing his already half-mast dick, around 8 inches long.

Greedily, Walter began running his hands over the rod, feeling it harden under his hands from soft flesh to iron. Tim let out an instinctive moan as his father's dexterous fingers played him like a fiddle. Through his lust-addled brain, he managed to turn the camera on just as Walter placed the cock into his mouth. Tim moaned sensually as his 10" cock was massaged by a thick, strong tongue. The screen flickered to life, illuminating this depraved act with the visage of another person.