The erection pushing adamantly against Trey's bathrobe seemed to insist that he close the distance between him and his son, that he go over to Nick and caress his godlike, nude body as Nick masturbated right in front of him. Trey's mouth was watering, but not from hunger - from red-hot lust, which always overwhelmed him every time he saw Nick naked, every time he witnessed the young man's open displays of raw, manly sexuality. However, Trey was a strong-willed man, and so he had never given in to these urges with his son. There had even been a time when he had thought of putting a stop to it all by telling Nick to start wearing clothes and stop being completely open around the house. But he had dismissed this idea, both because there was nothing really wrong with what Nick was doing - and because Trey simply enjoyed the show too much to make it stop. He fantasized about the day Nick himself might push their relationship beyond father and son, but he also dreaded it, because Trey knew he would lose all control. He set down his coffee and both his arms fell to his sides. His penis was throbbing, shouting to be let out and stroked. Nick was masturbating away - he had removed his fingers from his anus; that hand had gone back to his large breasts, while his other hand continued sliding quickly up and down the entire length of Nick's massive penis. His impossibly huge, furry balls were bouncing around, hanging down what looked to be a foot past where he sat on the kitchen stool. Trey realized his tongue was running across his lips and his right hand was about to open the front of his robe, and he quickly turned toward where the eggs sat cold in the frying pan. "Aight, Nick, what do you say we heat up this food and start eating?" "Ohhh, yeeeeaaahhh," Nick moaned between heavy breaths. Then he cleared his throat and replied, in more of a gasp than a clear answer, "Yeah, okay." Trey glanced at him and smiled, in an attempt at appearing less sexually shaken up than he was. Nick stood up, his hairy orange-sized balls swinging in their long sacks forward then back to smack his flexing thighs. His big nipples were looking swollen from all the stimulation he'd given them. And his long, thick penis was red and engorged, looking on the verge of orgasm. His precum was already starting to shoot. Nick did not release it from his strong grasp; he masturbated as he walked around the island and over to Trey to get breakfast. Trey divided the breakfast onto two plates and popped them into the microwave, trying to focus on something, anything, besides the sexy, naked, big-breasted muscle boy masturbating next to him. Then he realized one of Nick's breasts was rubbing against his shoulder as they stood there waiting for the food to finish heating. "You want more, Dad?" Nick asked huskily. Trey looked into his son's big, blue eyes and hesitated. "More...what?" His heart was pounding so much he almost wondered how his son couldn't hear it. "More coffee," Nick answered, smirking. He held up Trey's mug. Trey slowly let out the breath he'd been holding, and nodded. The microwave beeped, and Trey grabbed the hot plates, along with forks and knives, and walked over to the kitchen table. He sat down and slid Nick's plate and silverware to his side of the table. He saw Nick standing in front of the coffeemaker, pouring coffee for them both with one hand - and the other was being used as a pussy: he was thrusting his slender hips forward, pulling back, which pushed his erection in and out of this fist. His face was flushed, his sensual lips were pressed together and out as though kissing someone, his dark bangs sweaty and sticking to his forehead. Nick managed to hold both coffee mugs in one hand as he walked, still masturbating, over to the table. His precum was shooting from his penis, leaving drops all over the tile. "There you go, Dad," he said, setting Trey's coffee in front of him. Nick had just set down his own coffee, when suddenly he put his other hand around his penis, so that both hands were wrapped around it, and started thrusting like he had a moment ago. Except this time he was thrusting wildly, fucking the pussy he'd made with his hands with complete abandon, with everything he had. His breathing became moaning, which turned into loud groaning before escalating into shouts. "Aww, fuck yeeeahh! Dad, it's fuckin' awesome how good this feels! Almost like ramming my big fuckin' penis into a nice, wet pussy! Ohhhh, my Gooooood!" Nick continued thrusting even as his thick, creamy semen came pouring out of his massive penis in heavy globs that drenched everything in front of the horny muscle boy. Nick stood there for several minutes, hosing down the kitchen table, chairs and floor, with seemingly endless shooting cum. He let go of his spraying erection in order to grab his big, heavy breasts with both hands, his long fuckpole still dumping cum, set to the erotic music of Nick's raunchy moans and growls. Finally, the semen stopped flying, and Nick took a deep breath and sat down heavily at the table. Cum was all over the seat, but he didn't care at all. He liked the feel of his cum against his big muscle-ass, or against any part of his body for that matter. Cum was also all over his breakfast, but he didn't give a shit. He loved the taste, the warm sweetness, of his cum in his mouth. Extra protein, too. Nick gulped some of his coffee, picked up his fork and ate some of his scrambled eggs. He could taste the cum in his food, and he smiled. "Nice job with the eggs, Dad. You always make the best breakfasts." (Part 4 will be coming)
