Page 55 of Snowballing

He smiled as he shook his head, then grabbed my arms to steady himself while he leaned in. He whispered, “It’s slang for cumswapping. We haven’t tried it yet. I thought you might like it.”

I had not heard of that, but my cock still reacted.

“Cumswapping?”

“Instead of swallowing next time I blow you, I’d save it in my mouth and spit it into yours.”

“What is it, Dad?” Trey called.

Why the fuck had I yelled for Trey? I needed Gareth naked immediately.

“Nevermind, son!” I yelled. “And then what? I swallow it?”

“Whatever you want. You can swallow, I can add my load to yours, and then you can spit it all back in my mouth. You know, the snowball effect. There’s more of it the more you swap.”

“I could kiss you right now.”

“Please do, or wait until you have a mouthful of my cum.” Gareth winked at me. “That works for me, and apparently, you too. You’re gonna have to put real pants on before your son sees your dick hulking through that flimsy fabric.”

“I love how you can never call it a cock,” I teased.

“I can say…that word.”

“No, you can’t. You always say dick.”

“Cock cock cock. Happy?”

I grabbed my cock and waved it around a bit. “Very.” Gareth seemed mesmerized. When he licked his lips, I almost lost it. “Say what you want to do to it, champ.”

My use of that word again wasn’t lost on him. He sent a quick glance my way, but then his eyes went back to my cock. “I wanna suck it so bad.”

“You want to suck what?”

“Your cock! I wanna suck your cock. I wanna jack myself off while your cock cums all over my face.”

“It can certainly do that.”

“Gareth!” Trey yelled, running into the hall. “I’m gonna smash you with so many snowballs!” he said, slamming into Gareth with a hug.

I took the opportunity to pull the scarf from around Gareth’s neck to dangle in front of my apparently rather obvious erection.

“Hey, buddy!” Gareth said, lifting Trey up into the air and giving him a few swings around before setting him back down.

“Are you staying for the weekend?”

“What makes you ask that, Trey?” Gareth asked.

“Well, Dad’s stiffy to start.” Trey motioned with his thumb towards my crotch.

“I’m not sure-”

“What you are talking about, Trey,” I finished for Gareth. “Let’s get you dressed for outside. You have a snowball fight to win.”

“So you and Gareth aren’t dating?” Trey blocked us from leaving the foyer.

Gareth was awkwardly scratching his neck and avoiding eye contact with anything but the floor. Trey, on the other hand, was staring directly at me. I couldn’t help but notice he sounded disappointed.

“What would you say if Gareth and I were dating?” I asked, taking a chance.