Teaching My Son a Lesson, Part 11

Here's a new chapter for you guys. FYI: This one gets a little dirty 😈

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Teaching My Son a Lesson, Part 11
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From the end of Part 10:
Sean didn't tell me about what had happened. Luis called that night to let me know that Sean and Jose's sex life had taken a turn. "Trust me," Luis said, "My boy was getting fucked."

I wasn't sure how I felt about it. On the one hand, Sean had been told that he wasn't supposed to fuck or even get sucked off without my permission. On the other hand, my son had finally found a guy that liked him, maybe even loved him. What kind of sadistic dad gets in the way of that? Plus, I had Sam around to fuck with if I needed a sub.

More importantly, and to his credit, Sean did fess up the next morning. I told him that we would talk about it later, and I saw his cock harden in his sweatpants. Sean knew that “talking about it” meant telling me the story and including every erotic detail. Playtime would be better than usual tonight.

When Sean came home, I made him strip and tell me about sex with Jose.  The whole time Sean sat between my legs, naked, and I toyed with his body as  he talked. As he recounted everything they did and said to each other, I confirmed that Sean had found something special with Jose. When it was over, I licked the back of Sean's neck.

"You forgot your place, but I forgive you," I said. Then I bit the skin at the back of his neck, "But you'll need to be punished."

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Gym Buddies, Part 11

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Gym Buddies, Part 11
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I was dressing for dinner when Dylan showed up at my place. I'd invited him out for dinner, and made reservations at a restaurant that neither of us frequented. It was upscale and uptown, but I wanted to do something special. Dylan wore a white shirt with a sharp blue tie and black pants. The shirt was immaculately cut. When I told him he looked amazing, he admitted that he was wearing the suit he'd bought for his sister's wedding.

Sometimes if I've only known a guy in one context, like Dylan, I find it off-putting to see him in a totally new light. Dylan almost always dressed in workout clothes or jeans and a t-shirt. “Dressing up,” to him, meant putting on a button down. Seeing him in a suit, cleaned up and turned out for the first time, I found him incredibly attractive.

I ran my hand over the soft fabric. "You look so sexy in these clothes." He bent in and kissed me. He smelled like aftershave even though he had a slight shadow on his face. His hand wrapped around my back and he cupped my ass. "How about I play the boss and you can play my intern?"

I broke away from him. "Sleazy bastard. Here I am trying to have a nice dinner and all you can think about is sex." I looked him over again and caught a glimpse of his cock thickening along the leg of his tailored pants. "We'll play later." I whispered.

Dylan grabbed me by the back of the neck. "C'mon mystery man. Time to find out what this special dinner is all about."

I'd told Dylan that I wanted to talk, but made reservations at a nice restaurant so that he wouldn't worry that I was breaking up with him. I wanted to surprise him.