Date: Fri, 28 Aug 2015 16:56:17 -0400 From: T-Bonez None Subject: Betrayal and Redemption -Part One Betrayal and Redemption -Part One If you're not of a legal age to be be reading sexually explicit material, don't read this. This is my first submission to Nifty. It's my story, in large part. I'll say it's a combination of fiction and real life events. It's up to you to decide how much is real, and how much is fiction. I've changed all the names, obviously. Any similarity to actual people or events is coincidental. The story is about consenting adults engaging in consensual acts. Some people who will read this will think it's a complete work of fantasy. Hell, If I'd read it a few years ago, I'd have thought the same thing. Recent events have forced me to accept that sometimes life is turned on it's head and the most improbable scenario becomes your stark reality. There is more to this story...Much more. Here is how it all started: -------------------------------------------------------------------------- My partner and I were a pretty typical gay couple. We'd met in a bar 20 years ago. I was 21 and Mike was 32. I'd had a string of boyfriends and Mike had just ended a five year relationship. Eventually, Mike and I bought a little house just outside the city and settled into a routine. We both had good jobs, our sex-life was good if fairly regimented. When the law changed here in Canada, we were married. As the years went on the sex became more sporadic and less passionate, as it does. There were sporadic occasions when we both strayed, boys will be boys, but it was never discussed. I knew Mike had always had a thing for younger guys and my ego and libido had the occasional need for a bit of 'stranger sex'. We both kept in shape, I worked out at home, Mike preferred they gym. Two years before I met Mike I had a female friend, her name was Heather. She knew I was gay, but she had the hots for me. A few times when I was good and liquored up we'd had sex, clumsy awkward sex. She got pregnant. That summer Heather moved back to her home town, hundreds of miles away, to have her baby. Over the years I'd hear bits and pieces: My son's name was Kieran. His mom got married and had 2 more children with her husband. Years later, I searched for his profile online and found his facebook page. He was the perfect blend of his mother and me. My dark wavy hair, sharp features and slim build, his mother's brown eyes and slightly puffy lips. When Kieran turned 16, I received a letter from his mother. Kieran wanted to know his biological father. At first we corresponded by email, exchanged pictures and I told him about Mike. Kieran was fine with the news that his father was gay and he asked all kinds of questions about Mike and me. When he was 18 he took a bus to meet me face to face. Kieran was 6'2, an inch taller than I. He was handsome and fit with eyes that were so dark brown they almost looked black. He had an easy smile and seemed very relaxed. He walked right up to me at the bus station and gave me a full-on body to body hug, then stepped back and touched my hair and said, "You're getting a bit of grey hair!" His touch made me a bit self conscious and I blurted out, Ya, I hate it." He smiled and said, "I like it! It looks good on you." Over the next year we talked almost weekly and he came out to visit a couple times. He and my husband Mike got on well. They were both into basketball and they had no problem hanging out together even when I wasn't around. When Kieran turned 19 he and his step-father had a major falling out. Kieran told me that he'd come out to his parents and his dad freaked out. Said he didn't want "homo" living under the same roof as his younger sons. Mike and I had wondered if Kieran was gay, but we weren't sure until that day. It was decided that Kieran would come live with Mike and me. We registered him in the local university and all settled into the new normal. We three all got along really well and Mike took to it like a duck to water: Driving Kieran places, taking him to basketball games. It all seemed perfect. Kieran called both of us "dad". Looking back, I can pinpoint the moment I had my first twinge of concern. We were all sitting around watching TV when Kieran asked Mike if he'd take him to his gym so he could work out with him. I can remember thinking, "I'm not sure I'm OK with this. Workouts mean change rooms, the sauna and communal showers." I got this pit in my stomach as I looked at my son and my husband. The thought of them seeing each other naked bothered me. Mike was 52 but in good shape and worked out regularly at the gym. Kieran had often referred to him as "sexy for a older guy." I knew Mike liked younger guys, He was 10 years older than I (and I was just a few years older than Kieran was now) when we met. I knew Mike's taste in men hadn't changed in the last 20 years. As I was wrestling with my feelings about this gym situation I listened to them talk: 'When they should start, how often they go, what time worked...' Then a second twinge hit me, they'd talked about this before. This "new idea" wasn't new at all, they were just discussing it in front of me to gauge my reaction. I gave my head a shake and thought I was just being silly. Why shouldn't they go to the gym together? I decided I was just being paranoid, or was it mild jealousy? But jealous of what? Still, I was irked so when I was asked if 'it was OK', I gave my cool consent. Kieran and Mike exchanged a nervous look, their eyes locked together as Kieran said, "This will be great dad, we'll be gym buddies!" I felt uneasy about this new development. Over the next few months they settled into a routine of going to the gym two or three time a week in the evenings after dinner. It was the Fall, they'd be gone for a little over an hour and it was dark when they got home. They seemed to grow even closer, occasionally I'd catch them exchanging whispered conversations. I was getting uncomfortable, but I just pushed any dark thoughts out of my conscious mind. Kieran was warm towards me and very physical, hugging me and spending lots of time telling me about his classes and people he'd met at uni. This closeness convinced me that nothing inappropriate was going on between my son and my husband. Then one morning the penny dropped, literally, and everything started to get surreal. I'd over-slept, and I was running late. Then I discovered my car battery was dead. I came running back into the house cursing. Mike said "Take my car, I'll deal with it." We swapped keys, I threw my briefcase into the back seat of Mike's car drove off. When I got to work and reached in the back for my briefcase I saw something on the floor, several somethings, actually. Coins, pocket change on the floor just behind the front seat. I took a look around, there was more on the front floor mat. My mind raced, I'd seen this exact thing before: I mentioned at the start, that Mike and I had occasional trysts with other guys over the years. Before Kieran moved in with us, Mike was away on business. I hooked up with a guy and we parked in a secluded spot. He'd gone down on me in the car and gave me a mind blowing blow-job. I'd eased my pants down so he could take my big, thick cock right down to the balls. When I got home I noticed the change had fallen out of my pockets onto the floor of the car. Now I was staring at the floor of Mike's car and there it was, the exact same scene: Coins on the floor, in front and behind the driver's seat. My head was swimming. Mike had gotten head in his car. The only people who had been in Mike's car recently were Mike and Kieran. I looked around the car for more clues. There it was, right in the space between the armrest and the driver's seat, dried cum. Lots of it. The night before Kieran and Mike had gone to the gym after dinner. I tried to convince myself that Mike must have had someone else in the car. I told myself that there was no way my own partner of 20 years would be having sex with my son. Perhaps the change and the cum had been there for ages, from a random hook-up like the one I'd had. 'That must be it,' I told myself. As hard as I tried, I couldn't allay my suspicions...Mike and Kieran? Was that even possible? Mike would never do that to me... Would he? The rest of the week was really difficult. I had no idea what to do about my suspicions: Confront them and risk ruining my relationship with my husband and son? If my suspicions were correct, everything was ruined, if I was wrong and confronted them, they would hate me for thinking such a thing. I was at a total loss. I felt betrayed and gutted, and I felt jealous. I watched the pair of them like a hawk, looking for some sign to confirm my suspicions. When they went to the gym on that Thursday I followed them: They went straight to the gym and came straight home. I was relieved, but still very suspicious. That Saturday was Kieran's 20th birthday. I wasn't myself, but I made a real effort. We ate a big meal and drank a bottle of wine. Then, we all piled onto the couch together and watched a movie and drank some beers. Everything seemed perfect, just like it had before I started having these crazy thoughts that my husband and my son where fooling around with each other. Again I told myself, I was just being paranoid. They wouldn't, they couldn't be! The movie was only half over, but the week's emotional toil and all the drink was taking it's toll so I excused myself and went to bed. Mike said, "I'll be right up as soon as the movie is over." Kieran got up, gave me a big hug and said, "Night dad, sleep tight!" I fell into an uneasy sleep. At one point I half awoke to see the bedroom door open, then close. I started to drift off thinking Mike would be climbing into bed any second now. I drifted off again, then woke again. I reached over for Mike, but he wasn't there. As the fog of sleep cleared I looked at the clock, the movie was surely over by now. Where was Mike? I crept out of our bed and made my way to the top of the stairs and listened: Silence. I slowly made my way down the stairs and looked down the hall. In the hall mirror I could see the reflection of the big flat screen, the latest Spider-Man was playing playing on the TV with the volume turned off. Had they decided to watch another movie? Spider-Man was Kieran's favourite movie series. (Kieran had mentioned that Spider-Man always made him horny.) As I crept closer to the doorway I spotted them and I almost fell over. Kieran was sitting on the couch, legs spread wide with his jeans around his feet. Mike was kneeling on the floor with his head in my son's lap. I was paralysed, my mind trying to process what I was seeing. The only light in the room came from the movie on the flat screen. I wanted to move, I wanted to shout, but all I could do was stand and stare. Kieran's eyes were fixed on the TV his hand on the back of Mike's head as he guided my husband's mouth up and down on his cock. Then I heard Kieran's whispered voice: "Yaaa, that's it daddy, suck your boy's cock. Show me how much you love your boy's big cock." I could hear my husbands muffled grunts and I could see he had his hand between his legs stroking himself. My eyes kept alternating between my husband on his knees sucking my son's cock and Kieran's face with a look of pure ecstasy on it. My son spoke again, "Are you ready for it this time daddy? I want to unload my balls right in your mouth. I want you to swallow your boy's cum, all of it." Suddenly it hit me like a wave, I was going to throw up! I slipped up the stairs as quietly as I could and just made it to the sink as I stared to puke, loud and hard. I swore loudly and threw up again. Almost instantly there was the thunder of feet on the stairs and Mike was behind me, "What happened? Are you OK?" At first I couldn't speak, then I blurted something out about "Too much beer or maybe the flu." Then Kieran appeared in the doorway, "Is everything OK? What happened?" Mike said, "I think your dad had too much to drink, everything is OK." Kieran just stood there and watched as Mike got me cleaned up and washed out the sink, then my husband helped me to our bed. I couldn't speak, I was in shock. As I climbed under the covers Kieran motioned Mike to come into the hall. I heard him speak, quiet but clear, "Tell dad you're going to get him some juice and then come downstairs and finish me off." Mike muttered something and came back in our room and closed the door. He got undressed and climbed into the bed next to me and put his arms around me. I didn't sleep a wink after that, Mike never left my side. I spent most of the next day in bed. Over the next few days Kieran was hardly around. I decided I needed to confront them, I just didn't know how. Days turned into a week and I lost my nerve. Their "trips to the gym" stopped as suddenly as they had started. Everything 'seemed' normal, but I was a mess of emotional torment. I couldn't just pretend I hadn't seen my husband sucking my son's cock and my son cooing "Suck my cock daddy, suck your boy's big cock." Then it started again... Furtive glances between my husband and son, Kieran brushing up against Mike in the kitchen, my son adjusting his obviously hardening cock. It was then that I decided what I was going to do: Catch them in the act and confront them on the spot. There could be no denials, no lies, and we'd have it out, the three of us. What would happen next, I had no idea: Would Kieran leave my life forever? Would my husband and I break up? I didn't know, but I knew what I was going to do and I set my plan in motion. Over dinner the next night, I announced that something had come up at work and I had to go into the office for an hour. The commute was half and hour each way, so they knew they'd have at least 2 hours together. It was getting dark as I drove to a local mall and parked my car, then doubled back on foot. I had a huge knot in my stomach and I almost lost my nerve and called to say I had changed my mind and was coming home. Then I thought, 'No! This ends tonight!' I circled around the block a few times, I had to catch them in the act, too slow and they might be finished before I got there. I climbed over the side gate and peered in the windows, they weren't watching TV or in the kitchen. I noticed a light coming from the basement window. The house is built into a hill, so the basement window is fairly large and just above the ground surrounded with some bushes. There was a sort of home office down there: A computer with a big monitor on a desk & an office chair. Next to the desk, at an angle, an old over-stuffed chair. Kieran was in his work-out clothes sitting in the office chair with his feet on the other chair, alone with his back to the window. Maybe I'd misjudged? Maybe after that night they had ended it? If it was over, maybe we could just all pretend this had never happened. Was that possible? I was weighing my options. I needed more time to consider if I could just put this all behind me without confronting them. As I was pondering what to do next, I heard music coming from the computer, not the kind of music a twenty year old would listen to, it was typical cheesy porn music. The large basement window was open a crack so I could hear it clearly. I saw my son swivel the chair so he was facing the computer. Kieran rested his hand on the crotch of his soft grey flannel work-out shorts. He swivelled the chair a bit more and I could see his crotch. He was hard, really hard. His cock jutting out obscenely under the fabric. I froze, part of me wanted to leave and give him his privacy. The bigger part of me was curious. I have a big cock, 7.5" and very thick. I'd glanced at my son free-balling in shorts and aroused in his jeans a few times and I figured the apple hadn't fallen far from the tree. I knew I should just leave, but suddenly I really wanted to see what he was packing down there. After all, I reasoned: My husband had seen it, hell he'd sucked it! Surely I was entitled to see what he just couldn't keep his hands and mouth off of! I was owed that much. So I stayed and watched. "Just for a minute" I told myself, "Then I'll leave." I heard a voice from the top of the stairs, It was Mike's: "What cha up to?" Kieran replied, "Just on the computer, you coming down?" There was a long pause before my husband replied: "Um, no, I'd better not." I wave of relief washed over me. Then Mike spoke again, "I need to check something." A few seconds later I felt my phone vibrate. I thrust my hand in my pocket and stepped back from the window. It was my husband calling me. I slipped farther away from the window and around to the side of the house. "Hey, what's up?" I asked. "Just checking in to see how it's going," Mike replied. "I just pulled into the parking lot at work. What are you guys up to?" I asked. "Oh, Kieran went out, you'll probably be home before he gets back. I'll let you go." "I should be home in an hour and a half," I said as I ended the call. I made my way back to the window just as my husband came down the stairs. "What are you doing?" Mike asked Kieran as he walked up behind him and looked over his shoulder. "Sure you want to know?" asked Kieran. "Ya, I'm sure." Replied my husband. Kieran clicked the mouse and the porn started back up "Daddy porn!" He announced, "That's hot!" Said my husband. "Soo fuckin hot," added my son as he slipped his hand past the waistband of his shorts and around his cock and stroked it back to it's full hardness. My husband put one hand on his own crotch and put the other hand on Kieran's shoulder. "Wanna see it? Kieran asked as he slid his short down a bit to expose the head of his cock. "Touch it?" he added. "You know daddy can't resist," my husband replied. Kieran slipped his thumbs in the waist of his shorts and pulled them down and kicked then across the floor. There it was in all it's glory, my son's rock hard cock. 7", cut, and straight as a ruler. I couldn't take my eyes off it. Kieran rotated the monitor slightly and got up and moved to the big over-stuffed chair. He sat down, legs spread, slowly stroking his hard young cock, watching the movie right in my line of sight. My husband sat down in the office chair and they both stared at the porn on the computer. Mike undid the fly of his jeans and fished his hardening cock out. Id seen it 100's of times, 6 1/2" of uncut cock, fleshy and slightly curved. They both watched the porn flick, not looking at each other. "This is cool, nothing wrong with two guys jerking off together," my husband commented. "Nope" replied Kieran. Then I noticed it, the pressure in my pants. My son and my husband were jerking off together and it was making me hard. If I had to be honest, it was mostly the sight of my son's hand slowly sliding up and down on his big, hard cock as the fingers of his other hand grazed a nipple through his shirt. I squeezed my own cock through my jeans, it was rock hard and straining at the buttons of my jeans. I was barley conscious of my fingers fumbling with my button-fly as I released my cock from the confines of my 501s. As I wrapped my had around my thick 7.5 inches, I thought, 'No reason why I should get in on this jerk-off party, if only from the shadows'. Just then Kieran jumped up, "Need some lube, be right back." He disappeared up stairs and reappeared a few seconds later with a small tub of Vaseline, as he walked his cock bounced jutteing straight out at 90 degrees from his pelvis. There we all were, me hiding in the shadows outside the window and my husband a few feet away from my son. All our eyes glued to the sight of Kieran greasing up his pole then slowly stroking it for a few minutes. He grabbed more Vaseline and applied it to his cock and let out a moan, "That's better." "Feel good?" My husband inquired. "Put your hand on it and feel for yourself." Mike stood up and his hand reached out and gripped my son's cock and started slowly stroking it from balls to tip. Kieran let out a moan and a gurgle, his head tilted back as he sighed "Fuck! That's so good daddy!" I stood there, captivated, matching my strokes to my husbands hand on my son's cock. I wasn't mad or upset, just horny. I wanted to watch. Any thought of flying in and confronting then vanished. If I did that, they'd have stopped and I wanted them to keep going... All the way. I wanted to see the cum fly out of my son's cock and splash all over his chest. At that moment it was the only thing that mattered to me. I had to stop working my cock. No matter how lightly I stroked it I knew any stimulation would push me over the edge. So I stopped and watched. Kieran spoke: "This is my favourite part, this is where the boy fucks the daddy, look how he slides his ass down on his boy's cock and fucks himself with it." "You like that?" Mike asked as they both watched the screen. "It's so fucking sexy, that daddy has an ass just like yours." With that, Kieran reached for the Vaseline again and took a gob of it on his finger and reached around and slid it in the crack of my husband's ass. My husband moaned as Kieran eased his greasy finger into my husband's butt. "You like that, don't you daddy?" Kieran asked rhetorically. My husband uttered a gutter moan as Kieran added a second finger. They both had their eyes glued to the computer screen, my husband's hand squeezing my son's hard cock and Kieran finger fucking Mike's ass slowly and deeply. My cock was pulsing as a thread of precum oozed out in a steady stream. I stood perfectly still, except for my cock's throbbing and twitching on it's own. I thought, 'If I even shift my weight, it will put me over the edge and I'll cum.' Kieran slowly removed his fingers from my husband's now well lubed hole. He placed his hands on Mike's hips, and ever so slowly, guided my husband's ass towards his turgid cock. They both stared at the screen as Kieran said, "This is going to happen. I'm going to fuck you daddy. I'm going to fuck you and cum in your ass." My son eased my husband down ever so slowly and I saw it: The moment when Kieran's cock penetrated my husbands ass. They both had a look of shear bliss as my husband took the full 7" in one very slow, steady downward motion. My cock took one hard jump and then a big gob of precum spurted out onto the ground. Mike stared shouting "Fuck me! Fuck me!" My son started gasping and cursing and thrusting, "I'm going to cum in your ass daddy!" I'm fucking cuming in your ass!!" Kieran threw his head back and started shouting incomprehensibly like he was possessed. With his hands steadying himself on my son's knees Mike fucked himself onto Kieran's cock. Without touching himself, volley of cum shot out of my husband's cock, then another, and another. My cock lurched again and without me touching it, I came. I've always been a shooter, lots of cum far and wide. My cum splattered on the basement window, three hard blasts. I grabbed my cock and stroked it and I came again instantly, four good blasts this time. I heard a guttural roar, it took a second to register, it was me making that sound. Mike and Kieran's gaze shot towards the window and all three of us clamped eyes on each other. We all froze staring at each other, the only movement our three heaving bodies. My cum all over the window, my husband's cum puddled on the basement floor and big load of my son's cum deep inside my husband's ass.