Date: Thu, 14 Dec 2017 14:29:54 +0000 From: Ed. P. Subject: Sharing with my son Sharing with my son. If you're not looking for sex – including rough sexual use – between close relatives (over age of consent), then look elsewhere. Nifty costs money to run, it needs your donations if it's going to keep going. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Feedback more the welcome – let me know if you want some more to this story. Ed.the.P@gmail.com This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal or private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. Ed.P. Incest – Authoritarian. -------------------------------------------------------------------- It was my first time going to a BDSM club, I'd been dipping my toes into the scene over the past year once I'd realised that I was gay. My wife had died very early, and as my best friend tried to help me get through the grief I utterly fell for him – I already knew he was gay, but didn't for a moment think that I was, until in an unguarded moment when we we'd both been drinking I made a pass and we spent the night together. It didn't work out with him, but we stayed friends and he helped me navigate my way into the gay world – he was particularly good helping me explain it to my son, Andrew. Sex with various guys had been great, but I found that my stronger side was coming out more and more; until I came across a Dom-sub chatroom – I found a great sub, Guy, and learnt loads from him, he told me I should try out the club. I was more than a little bit nervous, before going out I'd told Andrew (he still lived at home though he was 19 and starting to work) I would be back late and he shouldn't bother waiting up for me. He seemed a little weird, but said it was fine, and he was thinking of going out with his mates anyway. Part of me couldn't shake the feeling that he knew where I was going, and that he'd hate me for it. He'd been great when I came out to him, but I'd always been careful to keep the guys I met away – he'd taken losing his mum badly, and I didn't want to mess him up again. I met up with Guy on the way, he wanted to come with me, both to show me how things worked and so he'd have a Dom to look after him. Sex with him had been great, but we both knew we weren't made for anything long-term – but to have somebody to go to the club with was good. The way I saw it, worst case scenario I'd get to fuck him, and thrash his arse a bit – we'd both enjoy that – best case, we'd both find somebody else to go with. We went inside, and got changed. Guy was soon down to a jock, boots, and a collar; I had leather shorts, a leather waistcoat and boots on. I could see him eyeing me up – he'd never stopped loving my body, and for a 43 year-old it was a pretty damned fine body. Still got a six-pack, and good pecs with a bit of fur on the chest; good definition on both arms too – I worked hard for it, and expected guys to like it. Guy was thinner, a proper sub's body I thought – slim and tight, just a touch of definition on his arms and chest and shaved all over, not a single hair below his neck. Soon we were at the bar, and I started to take the room in. All sorts of guys, each making it clear which side he was on – plenty of the Doms were hot, but I knew that wouldn't work out well. My cock felt hard in my tight leathers, I'd been busy with work and no sex for the last two weeks – I needed some release, and was hoping for more than a quickie with Guy. I decided to check out the back of the club, I knew that's where harder stuff was going on. First I came to a sub, tied down with his arse exposed; his Dom was showing off his well-honed skills at flogging. The sub was clearly in a world of his own, loving every stroke to his bright red arse. I chatted a bit with a sub who was engrossed in it; a cute guy mid-20s, uncollared and keen. As I ran my hand down his back and over his arse he groaned deeply; part of me wanted to drag him and fuck him in the corner, but he was totally drawn in by the flogging. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw that there was a sling being used, something I'd wanted to see for a while now. As I got closer, there was a Dom fucking the sub in the sling. There was something about the Dom which seemed familiar, but from behind I couldn't see anything – especially as he was wearing a leather cap. He was in leather shorts just like mine, but clearly open at the front; no top on, but such a clear air of a Dom that even from behind and at a distance I could sense it. The sub was moaning in delight, as I got closer I saw that he had tit clamps on – I loved using those on subs – the Dom would keep grabbing them and pulling on them as he fucked him. To get a better view I started to go round the side of them, and that's when I saw him. The Dom had seemed familiar, and now I saw why – it was Andrew, my own son Andrew was here fucking a sub in a BDSM club. I couldn't move, all I could do was watch. His body was amazing, we'd always been quite a conservative family and so I hadn't seen his body since we last went on holiday together over five years ago. Not an ounce of fat on him, well-toned muscles all over him. My eye drifted downwards, most of it was hidden inside the sub's arse – but there was clearly a large thick cock there too. From the noises the sub was making it was a good length, and Andrew knew how to use it. I was transfixed. Eventually Andrew pulled out, went round to the sub's mouth and shot his load. As he walked I saw the full beauty of his man-hood; it must have been over 8 inches. The subs around all gazed at him as he walked, and a good few of the Doms too – myself included. Then I thought, was I perving over my own son? Did I really get turned on watching him fuck a sub? Suddenly I was desperate to get out of there. I found Guy, he was getting on well with a Dom, and so I left him to enjoy the night. Once back home, I dashed to my room, ripped off the Dom outfit and just lay in bed. Eventually I fell asleep, and had my first wet-dream since I was about 16 – I was thinking about Andrew all of the time, dreaming of his cock pounding that sub's arse. The next morning I grabbed my dressing gown and went down to make some coffee and breakfast. Andrew appeared a little while later, looking sleepy, the noise I made in the kitchen must have woken him. I tried to act normally. "Hey, coffee?" "Yeah, thanks Dad." "Scrambled eggs ok?" "Yeah great." Neither of us were awake enough for proper conversation – plus I was too distracted. He was also in a dressing gown, and I couldn't help but imagine his body underneath it. I passed him a plate of breakfast and sat down to eat – the only thing in my mind was the sight of him sticking his cock into the sub's mouth to shoot a big load. I was starting to get hard just thinking about it too. "Good night last night?" "Yeah, went out with a few mates, had a few drinks...you know. Yours?" "Changed plans, came back quite early and just went to bed really." I left out the part about shooting a load thinking about him sexually. When we were finished I started to go back to my room for a shower when Andrew remembered something. "Hey Dad. I'm out of shaving gel, can I nick some of yours?" "Sure – come up now if you want." He followed me into my room, I'd forgotten that the leather shorts and waistcoat were on the floor. I could see that he saw them, but didn't react. I dashed into my bathroom and gave him the shaving gel he'd asked for. As soon as he was out of the room my cock leapt to full-mast – I collapsed on the bed and for the first time in years wanked myself. Andrew's cock was all I could see – plunging into the sub's arse, shooting into his mouth. The next few days we were very quiet around each other, then one evening I was chilling in front of some rubbish on the T.V. when I heard Andrew come in. He'd been down the pub and had had a few drinks – he wasn't pissed yet though. He came in and sat down opposite me. "Dad." He was trying to concentrate. "I need to talk to you about something. I should have said it before...I didn't mean to keep anything from you, but what with Mum and you struggling to find your feet..." I just looked at him, trying to look re-assuring. "I'm...I'm gay, Dad." I just walked over a hugged him. "Well guess that makes two of us." I felt my cock grow harder, and then felt something else – Andrew was getting hard too. We both laughed at it. Before I knew what I was saying I blurted out. "Perhaps we should get a sub in to sort us out." Andrew looked shocked. "H-h-how did you know that?" The colour drained from his face, he looked like I was about to kick him out or something. "Andrew, I was at the club last week. I saw you with the sub in the sling." "Fuck." "What's the matter?" He just looked terrified. "Look Andrew, I was there – I knew what I was going to – I can hardly complain that you did the same." "Really?" "Really." "So you don't mind?" "As long as you don't keep all of the subs to yourself." He was starting to see the funny side of things now. "So you want to share my subs?" We hugged again, we were both hard now. "By the way, son, you've got a very impressive body there – all parts of it." "You saw?" "You didn't exactly keep it hidden." "How do I compare?" "To what?" "To you?" I grabbed his hand, and put it on my bulge. "Find out for yourself." "You serious Dad?" "I've seen you, guess it's only fair that you see me...as long as you want to." Then I saw a switch in his mind go – he was into Dom mode. "Get naked for me boy." Even a pure Dom like me was a bit tempted by the sheer authority. "Good luck with that one – I'm a definite Dom too." But I did stand up and pulled down the joggers I was wearing. For some reason Andrew matched me. Soon we were both standing there just wearing boxers. "Want to go all the way?" "Sure, Dad." And he grabbed my boxers and pulled them down – I replied with the same motion, and his cock bounced free and hit my face leaving a smear of pre-cum. There we were – two hot hard bodies, naked as anything, with two hot hard cocks sticking right out. Andrew grabbed at mine, and slowly wanked it. I gazed into his eyes, and took his. Soon we were on the floor 69-position – even though we were both Doms, we were clearly into sucking cock too. It was only once we'd both shot a load that we realised what had happened. Andrew fled to his room, I just sat there. Eventually I put some clothes on and knocked on his door. "Hey." "Hey – sorry about the Dad, not sure what happened." "Yeah – I'm not sure what happened either, but to be honest, I enjoyed it whatever it was. You seemed to like it too." "Yeah – but it's all screwed up isn't it?" "Who knows what's screwed up and what's normal." I sat down on his bed next to me, and put an arm round his shoulders – he cuddled into me like he used to do as a boy. We stayed there, and soon fell asleep. The next morning we both had to go to work, and so couldn't talk through things – but somehow we both seemed happy with everything. That evening over supper we started to chat. Andrew told me he'd realised he was gay before me, but was scared to say anything – and when I'd come out to him, he hadn't want to detract from me. He was mostly into BDSM stuff, but also liked to get fucked from time to time – but only vanilla, definitely not as a sub. He'd been into BDSM for a few years, guys had loved the idea of such a young Dom. I told him that I loved cock, but had only bottomed for fucking once and hated it. I was newer to BDSM than him, but enjoyed it very much so far. "Sounds like we're perfect for each other then." "What do you mean?" "Well you could fuck me vanilla, we could suck each other, and then find subs to use for the kinky stuff." I was shocked, and didn't notice that he was laughing. "You don't mean that do you?" He saw that I was taking him seriously, and went silent. "I meant it as a joke Dad." Then paused and looked at me. "Maybe not totally though." His hand touched my leg under the table, then started to travel up – as it reached my crotch he found me hard as anything. We both stood up facing each other, then slowly reaching our face towards each other kissed. It was like nothing else I'd ever tried – there was pure electricity between us. I wanted more of this, I needed more. Soon our tongues were deep in each other's mouths – our arms pulling our bodies closer together. We went up to my room and practically ripped each others clothes off; then I knelt and took Andrew's cock into my mouth. It still had the dirt of the day on it, but I didn't care, I loved having it in there. Andrew's hands rested on my head and he started to fuck my face. After a while, I stood up and pushed him onto the bed, them climbed on top of him – we kissed deeply again, and I whispered into his ear. "I want that sweet arse of yours." "Help yourself Dad, it's all yours." I rolled him over and started to work on it – rimming him deeply, and fingering him. It was a tight hole, and I had a thick cock. Soon it was opening up for me, I lubed up my cock, and pressed gently against the ring. "Take me Dad. Fill me up." As I pushed in, I could feel his pain – but I could also feel that he wanted this...and I wanted it too. Soon he got used to me and I was fucking him good and hard – such a sweet tight hole. I filled him with my load, and then pushed him onto his back and sucked his cock like a madman desperate to get the sweet cum out of it. We lay there exhausted, after a while Andrew spoke up. "Know what I'd like now Dad?" "What's that?" "A good sub to use." "Yeah, me too." "Know any?" "You really up for this?" "I reckon so Dad. You?" "Well I've fucked my son – not like this would be a big step after that." Andrew grabbed his mobile and sent a text. Soon is buzzed with a reply. "Got a bitch on his way over." We showered together, enjoying the intimacy with each other; then got ourselves ready. Both put our leathers on; as Andrew was more experienced, and knew the sub, we agreed that he'd take the lead. We were both sitting in the lounge when the doorbell went, Andrew went to answer the door and soon reappeared with the sub. Andrew had great taste – he was fucking gorgeous. About 25-26, slim, five foot nine or ten, blond and blue-eyed. Andrew walked in behind him, but appeared to take no noticed of him as he sat next me and rested his arm on my thigh; I responded by putting my arm round his back – just like we were a couple. After a while Andrew glared at the sub. "Well? What are you waiting for? Subs shouldn't have clothes on." He started to get his clothes off as quickly as he could, soon he was naked. Even slimmer than I would have imagined before he stripped, practically no muscle on him and no fat at all. "Stand there, hands on your head." We both looked him up and down, Andrew was enjoying this...and when he moved his hand up to stroke my crotch he found out how much I was enjoying it too. I used the arm round his shoulders to pull him in for a kiss – it was deep and passionate and long. When we broke apart the sub was still standing there. "Do you think he'll do?" I asked. "Let's have a closer look. Turn round bitch, slowly – let us see what's on offer." The sub complied immediately. He had a tight little arse, very sweet. His cock was hard now, about six inches – but that wasn't about to get any use. "Here boi – let me see your hole." I beckoned him over, he bent over and exposed his boi-cunt for me – I fingered him roughly, good and tight...though it wouldn't be by the end of the night. I gave his arse a slap once I was done. "What you think?" "Worth a try I say – you?" "Same. Right boi, get on your knees and lick our feet – show your appreciation for letting you come round." He was well trained at this – and leapt into action. Switching between us, slobbering over them, covering them with kisses. After a while Andrew decided that this was enough of a trial, and we led him up to my bedroom. He worshipped our bodies, covering every inch with kisses and licks. Chewed on our nipples. Rimmed our arses. Then Andrew produced a pair of nipple clamps and passed them to me. I pinched at his tits, he squealed with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Then I put the clamps on – Andrew and I took turns to pull the chain linking them. We left them there, and moved on to work his arse. Andrew had a couple of toys, a flogger and a riding crop – soon it was bright red. Andrew whispered in my ear that he wanted to see the sub suck my cock – I was more than happy to oblige. I pushed him to his knees, and started to fuck his face; soon there were tears flowing down his cheeks, Andrew gazed on loving every moment. Then added to the fun by pulling the nipple-clamp chain some more. I could feel the sub's pain being transmitted through my cock – it was delicious. Then Andrew grabbed his hair, and roughly pulled him off my cock and onto his own. If anything his face-fucking was rougher than mine. I grabbed the riding crop, and started to his at his cock and balls – every time he would flinch. We pulled him over onto all fours, with his legs wide apart – his arse totally exposed, and the cock and balls easily reachable between them. The riding crop worked well on all of them. I was getting desperate for that hole. I lay back on the bed and the sub sucked my cock like mad to get it ready; Andrew played with his hole a bit, lubing it up and opening it a bit so I wouldn't rip him apart. Then I came round to the other end, Andrew slicked up my cock a bit more, and held it against his hole. "Here you go boi." I had always been quite rough when fucking, and this wasn't any exception. I rammed my full length inside him in a single go. At first he wasn't even able to cry out, the shock seemed to have winded him; then he started to struggle to get out, but Andrew held him in place. Soon he got used to me, and I started fucking – slowly at first, but then increasing the pace until I was slapping against his arse. Andrew loved this, and we kissed again deeply. By now the sub was loving it; he knew that his job was to be used by us, and he was getting well used. I fucked the sub for a while, then let Andrew have his turn. I pulled out, and rammed my cock down the sub's throat. I lubed up Andrew's cock, and pointed at the hole – still gaping from the fucking I'd inflicted on it. Then moved my hands and held the sub's head with my cock deep inside his mouth; I could feel him cry out as Andrew roughly invaded his arse. We were kissing at the same time, and I could feel his pleasure. Finally we looked at each other and nodded – there was some deep connection, so we didn't need to use words. It was time to shoot our loads. I held the sub's hair with one hand and wanked with the other; Andrew pulled out of his arse and came round, one arm round my shoulders and the other wanking his cock; our lips almost welded together. We both nearly collapsed with the strength of our orgasms – though it seemed like just one big one shared between us. The sub struggled to swallow the cum we were both pumping out. Then took turns to clean our cocks. There was cum all over his face and hair. Andrew made him lay on his back, I sat on his face and whilst he rimmed me Andrew wanked him off quickly and roughly. "You've got ten seconds to cum. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two." His cock exploded, Andrew caught the load in his hand – then once I'd climbed off smeared it all over his face and hair. "Right boi, we're done. Get out." That was it – the sub dashed. We looked out of the window, he ran to his car still naked, still covered in cum, holding his clothes in his hand. Andrew and I kissed some more. "Dad – that was the best fucking session I've ever had." "Yeah – same here. Hope there's more to come of that." I lay back on the bed, Andrew cuddled up to me like when he was a boy. We were about to go to sleep when a text arrived – it was the sub, thanking us profusely, and begging for another session sometime.