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Practice got out over 30 minutes ago and It’s been 15 minutes since Dexter pulled up to the high school. Texting Harrison, no response. 5 more minutes. Call. No response. He decides to go inside to look for his son.
Being inside of the school at night feels eerie, most of the lights in the hallways and class rooms are off. Dexter thinks to himself how this would be the perfect location for a stalk and grab. He frowns, he hasn’t done any of that in almost 10 years, he is trying to be a good man–a good father for his son.
When Dexter finally manages to find the gym he immediately spots Harrison laying down in the middle of a wrestling mat, looking up at the ceiling.
“Harrison?” Dexter’s voice echoes in the empty gym. “What are you doing? I’ve been calling you.”
Harrison perks up and raises his eyebrows, resting on his elbows looking up at his dad. “Sorry, I guess I zoned out.”
“About what?” Dexter is now standing over him on the mat, he knows he probably shouldn’t have his boots on it but he doesn’t give much of a shit for sports. Unless he gets to watch his little boy participate in them–especially if he is dressed in a skin tight uniform to catch glimpses of the outline of his penis.
“Just picturing how to do some wrestling moves, got my ass handed to me during practice.” Standing up Harrison eyes his father who is standing on the mat and gets an idea. “Hey, how about we practice?”
Dexter rolls his eyes. “C’mon Harrison lets go home.”
“What? Are you worried that I’ll beat you?” Humor seeping into Harrison’s statement as he tries to contain a smile.
Dexter laughs and his lips smirk into a smile, eyeing his son up and down. He looks small in just his leotard. “No.”
“C’mon prove it.” Harrison lines himself up against the line of the mat’s circle and bends down in anticipation. Ready. “Unless you’re chicken.”
Dexter takes off his coat and black turtle neck sweater and throws it onto the bench where Harrison’s belongings are, leaving him in a thin white undershirt and his blue jeans. Harrison eyes his father’s crotch until he notices he also took off his beanie, leaving his hair a mess, hairline no longer covered by his short bangs. His father’s age showing and it makes something in his gut swirl.
Harrison must have been distracted because he is on his back looking up at his father pinning him down by his wrists above his head, wind knocked out of him. Dexter is straddling his son as he flashes a creepy grin. He won. “Not much of a challenge.”
Harrison gets his breath back and is panting, not saying a word, locked onto his father’s eyes until Dexter licks his lips. They’re parted, pink and look soft. He quickly snaps back up to meet his father’s eyes again but notices that Dexter’s are trained onto his lips now. It makes Harrison’s heart jump.
It happened fast. His father’s lips are on his and he doesn't know what to do. It’s not like he doesn’t want this, that he didn’t welcome it or dream of doing this but he can’t help but to be in a state of shock. Eyes opened wide as his eyebrows shot up to his hairline.
With Harrison not kissing back Dexter pulls back quickly with a guilty expression. An expression you’d expect to see on someone when you told them their lost pet dog had been hit by a car on a busy street. Dexter moves his mouth to say something but can’t seem to get his lungs working. He tries again. “Harrison, I’m sorry-“
Harrison capitalizes on this, twists him over so he’s pinning his father down, hands above his head and legs slotted against each other. Harrison flashes a hungry smile while looking down at his father, Dexter is flushed and embarrassed. Dexter looks down at his son's lips, swallowing and letting out a shaken breath.
“How long, Dad?”
Dexter is silent.
Harrison gets closer, touching noses. “How long have you wanted to kiss me like that, Dad?”
Nothing.
Harrison inches closer and closer, his eyes still open to watch how his father reacts. Dexter closes his eyes and puckers his lips, expecting a kiss. Harrison pulls back. Seeing his father below him ready for him to take.
Laughter escapes Harrison’s belly.
Dexter's eyes shoot open and a deeper red flush consumes his face. His mouth is open and heart is caught in his throat. He shies away. Harrison grips his fathers face in his hand to force him to look at him.
“Pathetic.”
The action is quick, Harrison flips his father over to pin him face first into the mat. Breathing on the back of his neck as he rolls his hips onto his father’s ass.
“Harrison. Ha… okay.” Dexter pants out of breath. “You win now, get off.” He pushes his ass up against Harrison in an attempt to buck him off. Harrison moans directly in his ear and it sends shivers down his back following further down to Dexter’s crotch.
“Don’t you wish I could fuck you right here? Right now?”
“Harrison.”
Harrison grabs Dexter's hair and pulls his head back exposing his neck and making his mouth hang open. From this angle he can see how far back his hairline has receded and Harrison holds back a laugh. He grinds down on his fathers ass that forces Dexter's crotch into the mat, making his father moan out loud. Echoing in the empty gym.
Harrison bites at the back of his fathers neck as he humps him, frantic. Each thrust forward and down onto Dexter's ass makes his father whimper and moan like a little bitch.
“Harrison, stop-” Dexter’s body shakes under Harrison and his moans turn into gasps. He is trying to grab onto the mat under him for purchase, to hold onto anything as his orgasm shoots through his body. It makes Harrison smirk.
“Already? You beat a teenager to the finish line?”
Dexter is panting below him stunned. “I didn’t mean-“
“You can make it up to me.” Harrison flips Dexter over.
Dexter looks dazed and there is sweat staining his white tee. Harrison wants to lift up his shirt to explore all the details of his torso with his fingertips but instead starts to peel off his leotard. Pushing it down just enough to expose his hard cock into the air.
Harrison pins his fathers upper arms down with his knees making Dexter hiss in pain. His hands grip his fathers rougher larger hands, pressing his upper weight down onto them. Dexter tries to move but Harrison pushes down harder.
“Stay.”
“Harrison. Wait.”
Harrison aligns the tip of his penis against his fathers lips. Lips he purposely closed tightly. Dragging his head back and forth across Dexter’s lips to coat them with his precum, coating them like lip-gloss. Harrison has a silly thought that flashes through his mind at the idea of his father wearing makeup, how the lipstick would be smeared and the mascara be running down his face.
“Open”
Harrison maneuvers himself to hold both of his fathers wrists in one hand and pinches Dexter's nose until his father runs out of air and his mouth opens.
“No biting.” He thrusts his cock into his father’s mouth.
It’s met with a loud choking sound and Dexter’s body wiggling around. The gagging on his cock makes Harrison moan and lose his grip on Dexter's wrists. He gets them free but Harrison grabs them again and pins them down, hard. Pressing all of his weight onto them.
He starts fucking his fathers throat with earnest. Each gag and choke ringing like music to his ears, doing amazing wonders to his arousal, making him more frantic. Harrison doesn’t pause to check if he is okay, it’s not like he’s going to last long anyways.
He buries his cock deep in his fathers throat and stays there. “Fuck.” Harrison moans. “That’s right fucking take it.”
Dexter can’t breathe. He kicks his legs up in an attempt to buck his son off of him but it’s no use. His fingers are splayed out signifying pain. Then they relax, his attempts growing weaker and weaker until he is limp under Harrison’s grip. Unconscious.
Harrison cums down his father’s throat. Orgasm shaking his body, convulsions humping his pubes into his fathers nose. If he was awake and could breathe, that’s what he would be smelling right now. His son’s sweaty pubes.
He pulls out and off his father quickly and rolls over to lay down next to him. Panting as he looks up at the ceiling and notices some lost balls in the rafters from gym class. Harrison smiles to himself at the thought of fucking his dad at school. He wonders if he could ever have this chance in a janitor's closet or the locker room during school hours.
Dexter wakes up and inhales a deep gasping breath as he sits up, almost as if he was electrocuted. The coughing spell makes him bend over as if he is going to vomit, drool and cum spilling past his lips and onto the floor. Tears falling down his face.
Harrison can’t help but to smile and think that his father is pretty this way. Dexter stops coughing and is staring down at the floor at the fluid that escaped his lips. Breathing heavy.
Harrison crawls over and straddles his back, pushing his fathers face further and further down until Dexter’s arms collapse and his face hits the mat in the pool of semen and drool. Harrison grips Dexter’s hair.
“Lick it up.”
Dexter whimpers and sniffles as he tries to use his weak arms to push Harrison off, it’s no use.
“You’re wasting your treat? You don’t want to be a naughty boy do you.” Harrison pushes Dexter’s face around in the puddle. “You want to know how naughty boys are treated?” He reaches behind with his free hand and spanks his father’s ass. Bending over to whisper in his ear. “Maybe I’ll fuck your ass next time.”
“Harrison… please.” Dexter cries “Stop.”
“Nuh uh uh. You don’t get to play this card after you perved on your son.” Lips touching the back of his ears, he whispers. “Your underaged son. What kind of fucking freak are you?”
Harrison pushes Dexter’s face around in the puddle again, “I said lick it up.”
Dexter slowly extends his tongue and barely licks up any of the mess as he is cut off by a cry in his throat. Harrison continues to move his father’s head around in the spit up as if his skull is a rag and he is trying to clean it up.
“Harrison, stop!” Dexter uses all of his strength in shouting at his son.
Harrison spanks him again with a closed fist that rewards him with a yelp from his father. “What are you going to do? Huh? Who are you going to tell?” He lowers his voice softer. “I’ll tell them you raped me. Who would they believe anyways?” Harrison pushes off of his father by his skull and gets dressed.
“It’s fucking pathetic. Everything about you is pathetic. Just look at you.” He stands there admiring his work for a moment and smiles. Years of being angry at his dad finally feel worth it seeing him like this after what he has done to him.
Harrison grabs his gear and walks towards the hallway. “I’m staying over at Audrey’s tonight.” He says over his shoulder. Leaving his father limp on the ground crying in the mess he created.