Kenny was halfway through his third drink. The room was quiet, almost too quiet as he watched his dad down his third margarita. He wondered if it would be okay if he tried one little thing. He placed his left hand onto his dad's right leg and the other didn't flinch or move away. That was a good sign, Kenny thought.
Pat noticed Kenny was almost through with his third drink and pointed to the glass, a silent question but Kenny just shook his head, chugged the last of his margarita and set the glass down. He needed to give himself a break at least. His was trying his best to keep his composure as he focused on his hand that rested against his dad's leg then, he noticed his dad was staring at it too. Kenny began to think that maybe he was intruding. Pushing a boundary he thought wasn't there anymore. He went to take his hand away but his dad stopped him, placing his hand over his son's and moving it up a bit. The two of them locked eyes as if they were telling each other something telepathically. In seconds Kenny could feel his hand resting on his dad'a crotch and he swallowed nervously. This is the most intimate he's ever been with a man and it was his own dad.
Pat smiled at his son and made himself comfortable. "What better way to learn how to blow a guy than practicing on your dad, right?" He said so casually as if it were an everyday event two from the same bloodline did. Clearly the alcohol was taking effect and it worked on Kenny as well. His hand suddenly gained a mind of its own as he started to palm his dad through his jeans. He didn't take his eyes away from his dad's, watching the man now get into a bit, moaning softly as he laid his head back and shut his eyes and just enjoyed the feeling.
Kenny now began to work on undoing his dad's belt. Something a bit tricky to do when you have a slight buzz but he managed to figured it out. Next, he unzipped the man's jeans and prepared himself as he then pulled out his father's cock. Something he'd never thought about until now man was decent size, thick and uncut. Kenny licked his lips, not really know how to go on from this point. He had never blown a guy before. This was his first time ever getting to first base with a guy ... With anyone in general. Sure, he touched his ex-girlfriend's breast here and there and maybe made out but when the moments of close intercourse or him being touched by her presented themselves, he ran away as fast as he could and never looked back. Now he was staring down at his own dad's cock. It should have disgusted him right? The thought of him about to blow the man who helped to create him ... as weird as that sounded in Kenny's head but his dad wasn't doing anything to stop him and he actually was curious to see how far they'd take this.
Kenny counted to three as he went down, lips wrapping around his dad's cock as he was first afraid he'd freak out and bite it or something. He waited a few seconds, not moving his head but just awkwardly sucking. He soon felt his dad'a hand grab at the his own hair.
"Come on, Kenny. What are you waiting for?" Pat asked and helped to move Kenny's mouth up and down on his cock and some time he'd try to take him all the way but just end up gagging and pulling away to wipe his mouth clean of whatever saliva escaped from his lips before going back to blowing his dad. His own cock growing hard in his pants.
Kenny still couldn't believe this was happening. It almost felt like a dream and that Kenny was going to wake up any second. He ever tried closing his eyes a few times that abruptly opening them, maybe to see if he'd find himself staring at the ceiling and not at his father's balls.
This was really happening and Kenny was more than into it. He started with a slow pace, sucking his dad off gently at first before starting to get into it and getting comfortable. He stepped it up a bit, bobbing his head up and down and up and down, gagging went he went to far but that did not stop him at all.
Pat pulled Kenny up and started to feel at his crotch now. He couldn't help but smirk as he felt how hard his own son was.
"Get up on the bed, now." Pat said and stood, taking off his clothes and climbing up to get to his bed. Kenny paused for a moment, wondering just what his dad had planned but he figured it was best to wonder while doing. So he quickly stripped himself free of his clothes and joined his dad on his bed.
