on what he wants.”
I chuckled and backed away, overly aware of how close we’d been standing through the whole conversation. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”
Edison reached for his beer, swigged a generous mouthful, and replaced it on the counter. I collected a fresh one from the fridge before finding a chair again.
“So, who’s going to talk to Uncle Denver?”
“I am.”
“And then what?”
I laughed. “And then we go from there, Romeo. Do you think your dick can hold off for a day or two while I have a conversation with my brother?”
“No. Are you kidding? I’m twenty. I’m horny all the fucking time. Like right now. Wanna watch me jerk off?”
I choked on my next mouthful of beer, spewing it across the kitchen table, sputtering and laughing at the same time. “Jesus, Eddy. A warning next time. You can’t just blurt out shit like that.” I mopped at my face with my sleeve as I continued to chuckle.
Edison had turned smug. The hellion was coming back to life. “Okay. Fine. Warning. Warning. Warning. Crude question incoming. Wanna watch me jerk off? We could call it practice. You sit there and watch—no touching—while I make myself come.”
My cock thought it was a grand idea. My head did not—the travesty of growing old and discovering the real brains of the operation was much farther north.
However, when Edison popped the button on his jeans and lowered the zipper, my cock won the battle, proving I wasn’t much different than my twenty-year-old son when it came to sex.
Underneath his pants, he wore a dark pair of underwear.
I told myself to look away, but my cock demanded I note every detail, so I glanced back, side-eyeing the show, convinced if I didn’t look at him directly, it was less wrong somehow.
This evasive tactic lasted until Edison shoved his pants down far enough to get his cock in hand. Then, I decided I was missing half the show and being an idiot, especially when we’d just discussed this.
He wasn’t shy. With a devious smile that rivaled mine, he stroked himself, all the while challenging me with that hungry, blown-pupil look in his eyes. The devil himself was never so conniving. Edison shifted his ass cheeks to the edge of the counter, his legs dangling as he arched into his hand. He rested his head back against the cupboards and closed his eyes, soft moans spilling through his parted lips as his hand moved over his length.
Parched and trembling at the sight, I reached for my beer and emptied it. I refused to blink and miss anything. My son was giving me the show of a lifetime. The least I could do was be an attentive audience.
His cock was pert and long, thinner than my own, hard as only a young man’s dick could get when they were turned on to the max. He sped up, his right leg twitching and his other hand gripping the edge of the counter in a white-knuckle hold.
I bit my lower lip, my vision centered on the blur of his hand as it moved up and down at a rapid pace. When Edison opened his eyes, leaned forward, and let a long string of spit fall onto the tip of his cock before rubbing it in, I groaned. He winked and resumed his position, blissed-out like I wasn’t in the room as he pleasured himself.
“If you’re going to do it, Edison, look at me. I wanna see your face when you come.”
He obeyed, tipping his head forward, eyes intense, muscles in his abdomen jumping with his approaching orgasm. His breathing turned ragged, tiny gasps of pleasure fell unchecked from between his parted lips. Denver was right. He was vocal in the best possible way. I wasn’t sure he realized it either since he was lost in the moment.
“You’re close, aren’t you?”
A sharp nod. “Gonna watch me, Dad?”
“Fucking right I am.” I adjusted myself on the chair, my dick uncomfortably hard inside my jeans, straining painfully against the zipper.
It took no time for Edison to get himself off. Oh, to be that young again. After a few more quick jerks of his wrist, he gasped and cried out as thick ropes of cum shot up onto his shirt, a few just missing his chin.
As if that wasn’t enough, when he collapsed back against the cupboards behind him, he stared me right in the eye as he cleaned off his hand, licking up every ounce, sucking each finger clean like the tease he was.
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