When young Chase arrived at his father’s house for a visit, he discovered his Pops laid back on the leather sofa in his den. The older man was visibly exhausted from a long day at work; an airline pilot, Mr. Weston is often required to pull double—sometimes triple—shifts due to staffing shortages in the industry. This work/life imbalance has taken a visible toll on a man Chase has otherwise viewed as a pillar of strength and stability.

Waking up at 2 a.m. for work is not an easy feat. Typically, Mr. Weston prefers to be undisturbed after an 18 hour shift. When Chase entered the room, however, the pilot smiled warmly and invited his son to sit next to him on the sofa.

Chase asked if a foot massage would make his Pops relax. Mr. Weston could hardly refuse. And as his son administered the massage, the dad’s mind began to drift.

Mr. Weston was quietly pleased that since their breakthrough encounter the previous week, his son Chase had become even more attentive than usual. Mr. Weston didn’t mind this in the least. The truth was that he couldn’t stop thinking about the passionate afternoon that he’d spent with his son. Memories of their physical love consumed him.

Chase also was unable to think about much else, either. In fact, in this intimate moment, the young man’s desire was further inflamed at the sight of his masculine father still in his pilot’s uniform. Mr. Weston noticed how his son couldn’t take his eyes off of his Pops. And after their earlier encounter, he also noticed that Chase took any opportunity to intimately place his hands on him. This excited Mr. Weston to no end, and eased the pain of the long shifts.

Soon, his son’s massage moved from the feet to the neck and shoulders. Mr. Weston took the opportunity to remove his shirt and tie, but kept his pilot’s cap on, which Chase found incredibly sexy. Chase then began to tenderly kiss his father’s neck and broad shoulders. At this, Mr. Weston’s exhaustion immediately melted away and was replaced by a strong compulsion to pull his son close.

Chase was overcome by a combination of love and lust as his father kissed him deeply. The feeling of Pops’ big, strong arms holding him tight was awesome in ways the boy had previously only dreamed of. And as father and son tasted and suckled upon one another’s tongues, their hands roamed freely over each other’s bodies.

Mr. Weston smiled broadly as Chase groped his own aching erection. The dad eagerly pulled his son’s clothes off. Chase, like his father, was already at full-mast, and it was only moments later that both were completely naked.

Chase loved this exciting and primal relationship with his father. Being together with Pops always meant so much to Chase—especially when he was growing up. As a teen, Chase worshiped the ground that his father walked on, wanting—even now—to impress him and please him.

So, Chase got to worshiping! Taking cues from his father’s moans of pleasure, Chase let his hands and tongue caress his dad’s throbbing erection. Mr. Weston was in pure heaven; his adorable, sexy son was his new favorite lover. Their natural physical chemistry almost surprised him.

As Chase came up for air from his oral worship, Mr. Weston took the opportunity to pull his son up onto the couch so he could stare at the boy’s perfect, round bottom. And after a good, long deep french-kissing of his tight anus, Chase could only gape and gasp in wide-eyed amazement. Mr. Weston had never tasted anything like it; the crack of his ass was so sweet and smooth. The tight, delicious boy-hole was nearly ready for him.

Chase wanted so badly to sit on his father’s huge cock. On the car ride over, it was all he could think about. The boy wanted his Pops to push himself all the way inside and then hold him tightly. And so, his dream became reality; Mr. Weston entered him. The father marveled at how wonderful it felt to wrap his arms around his son and make love to him in this way.

Too soon, however, Mr. Weston could feel the climax start to rise in his loins. So, he gently pulled Chase up and laid the young man on his back onto the sofa. Chase instinctively pulled his legs back and opened himself up again for his father’s re-entry.

Mr. Weston rocked back and forth, sliding in and out of his son’s tight hole. Chase could only gape in wondrous lust in response to each thrust. The way Mr. Weston roared as an unbelievably powerful orgasm overtook him made young Chase cry out in astonished delight.

Mr. Weston’s seed oozed out of his son’s hole. And as though Mr. Weston could read his son’s mind, he reinserted his still rock-hard erection back into the boy’s ass as deep as it would go. Chase, eyes glazed in pleasure, vowed right then and there to himself that he would do almost anything to have that precious, insanely hot moment last all night. And again the next night. And the next. And the next…