That bothered me a little bit. I was afraid maybe he was stuck living out his teen fantasies. I think it’s important, and healthy for him, for us to have a relationship based in the present. He’s not a little boy anymore, and I want him to be able to relate to me, man to man. A few days ago, I challenged him to arm wrestle me to be top, and I let him win. I got on my knees and let him fuck me. I don’t have a problem with that but I’m about 70% top and I just couldn’t help turning the tables on him and plowing another load of daddy cum into his hot hole.

I felt bad later. It was supposed to be about letting him take charge. We talked about it later, though and it turned out that he’s almost 100% bottom. He only fucked me because he thought that I wanted to get fucked and he wanted to give me what I needed. He was actually pleased when I flipped things. We can’t deny the past, and I suspect that, when I’m fucking him, there will always be a part of his mind that slips back into being sixteen, again. He swears that he sees me as a “fucking hot stud,” and not just his dad.

We’ve gotten in the habit of taking morning showers together. It started out just being practical. Every morning we were negotiating who would get the shower first. I think it was one morning when we had wake-up sex and got in the shower to clean up that we realized we might as well shower together every morning. The only problem is that, if we don’t fuck before we get in the shower, soaping each other up puts us in the mood for sex after our shower.

On days when we have to go to work, resisting that urge can be difficult. It leaves both of us on edge for most of the day, though, and we have some of the best sex ever when we finally get home in the evening. This morning, though, we had plenty of time to give into our post shower urges. We went straight from the shower to bed, knowing that we would be back in the shower in a few minutes. He said something about there not being enough hot water, and I said that I would just have to fuck him long enough for it to heat back up.

One good thing about after shower sex is that you don’t have to undress, just walk in the bedroom and drop your towel. I sat on the edge of the bed and my sexy hungry son dropped to his knees and pounced on my cock. Nobody has every given me a blowjob like Brody does. I’ve never been with another guy that loves my dick as much as Brody does. He literally can’t get enough. His whining and whimpering just sets a fire in my balls like nothing else.

I think he would suck me for hours. The only thing that stops him is the fact that he wants my load up his ass more than he wants it down his throat. I could fuck him for hours, too, except his tight ass is just too hot. I can go for quite awhile but then my will power gives out and my balls just have to breed my sweet sexy boy deep with a big load of his dad’s cum.