Truth and Dare

One Saturday evening my son had a few friends over to spend the night. They set themselves up in the basement where they would be playing video games and watching movies all night long. Among his friends, his best friend Jeremy was there, along with his friends Andrew and Danny.

Part way through the night I was doing my “fatherly duties” by checking in on the boys, even though they were technically 18 years old and completely capable of surviving the night in the basement without me.

As I “snuck” partways into the basement, like I used to do when they were younger, I overheard them playing their version of ‘truth or dare’, which was ‘truth and dare’, which required you to say a truth, then the dare would have something to do with the truth you just admitted to.

The boys played this before when they were younger, but the truths and the dares were always pretty silly and tame, like being dared to eat something they admitted they didn’t like, or calling a girl they admitted they liked, or doing an impression of a cartoon character they admitted they watched…things like that.

But this time around I was shocked to hear Jeremy say to Ben, “Ok, Ben, truth! Have you ever thought of your dad in a sexual way?”

I could hear the annoyance in Ben when he said, “For fuck sakes, dude! You just won’t let that go, will you? Ok, fine, so I’ve jerked off thinking about him a few times. Are you happy now?”

This bit of information both surprised me and started to make me hard.

“Yes!” Exclaims Jeremy with excitement in his voice, “I’m very happy. Now, for that dare? I dare you to jerk off right now and think about your dad, and make sure you verbally express it.”

“Dude, you’re fucked up in the head,” says Ben. But despite his groaning, from my “hiding spot” partway down the stairs, I watched as my son pulled his dick out of his pajama bottoms and began to jerk off in front of his friends. “Oh, yeah, dad, I love you so much,” he was saying, “I love your big floppy cock. I want to touch you so bad. I want you to be my lover. Get naked with me so I can jerk you off. I want to lick my wet tongue around your perky nipples and up and down your cock. I want to suck your balls. I want to feel your hands all over my body. I want to jerk you while you jerk me. I want to press our naked bodies together and hump you. I want to make you cum, then I want to cum, and I want our cum to mix together on your body. Then I want to lick up our dad and son cum mixture and give you the most passionate kiss you’ve ever had and enjoy as our tongues dance in your mouth as I feed you our cum.”

As Ben verbally announces his fantasy, he continues to jerk off, eventually removing all his clothing. Jeremy, Andrew and Danny all watch Ben jerking, but are so horny that they too get naked and stroke their own hard dicks as they listen and watch my son share his desire for me.

I am so turned on by this that my hard dick is leaking massive amounts of precum in my pajama bottoms. I stick my hand down my pants and jerk myself off realizing just how hot my son actually is and how much I would love to make his fantasy come true. But I then feel guilty for having these thoughts because he is my son.

Eventually I watch the boys as they start to climax. After they are spent, I sneak back upstairs, head to my bedroom, lay down on my bed, pull my betraying still hard dick out, and finish jerking off while trying to think of anybody who isn’t my son.

I cum on my chest and belly, but because it’s now very late, I stupidly fall asleep without cleaning myself up. Later on, I wake up and head downstairs to grab a glass of water. I’m still half asleep so I don’t even think about the fact that I’ve got dried cum on my body.

In the kitchen, Ben is also grabbing a glass of water. He has his pajama bottoms on but is shirtless. With the help from the light of the moon I can see the dried cum on his own upper body. He glances at me, and smiles. He comes over and gives me a hug, “I love you dad,” he says.

“I love you too son,” I say, enjoying his skin against mine. We both pull away from the hug an eternity later with our pajama bottoms tenting out. I’m so fucked up, I think to myself as I watch my son head back downstairs.