Date: Fri, 9 Aug 2019 23:06:34 -0400 From: Wilde Wilde Subject: CRASHING WITH MY BROTHER (INCEST): Chapter 8, Independence Day CHAPTER 8 INDEPENDENCE DAY RYAN: When I said before that Jon and I had talked about my spending the Fourth of July with him and his dad, Tom, at their house in East Hampton, on the east end of Long Island, it was a little more complicated than that. His mom would be in Europe with his sister, so it would be just the three of us. Of course I wanted to go, but Jon felt that there was something he needed to discuss with me before I accepted the invitation. It went kind of like this: "There's something I should tell you before you make up your mind. I noticed at dinner that night, the way Dad was checking you out. I'm not sure, but it looked like he was flirting with you." "Yeah," I replied. "I felt the same way. Does he do that a lot?" "It's hard for me to know, but sometimes when I'm walking down a street with him, or we're in a store, I'll see him check out some hot guy. And it's never women, only guys. I'm sure he thinks I have no idea how obvious he's being. What I don't know is whether he's ever actually had sex with a guy, at least since he married Mom, or all he does is look." "Does your mom know?" "She probably knows as much as she wants to know. If I can't help noticing when he's leaving eye prints on some guy, she must see him do it too. And I imagine what she thinks is, better he should be checking out guys than girls. He's never gonna leave her for another guy, and she knows that. The two of them have a pretty sweet life, and they both know better than to fuck it up just because he can't keep his eyes, and maybe his hands, off cute boys." "So where does this leave me?" I asked. "I was just coming to that. The few times we've been out at the house without Mom and Charlotte, Dad and I have hung around the pool naked. I don't know if he'll do that with you around, but if he does, and if you'd rather keep your suit on, I'll join you so you won't have to feel like the only one with clothes on." "No worries about that," I said. "I have no issues around nudity." "The other thing I wanted to talk to you about is this: Like I said, I don't know if he's ever messed around with guys, but he may have. And I wouldn't be totally amazed if he came on to you. Obviously, you can politely tell him to go fuck himself, but I wanted to warn you in case you'd rather not have to deal with that." "You'll be around, though, won't you?" "Mostly, yes. But I like to fish and I was planning to spend a morning on the water while we're there. You're more than welcome to join me, if you'd like." "Not me, thanks. I get seasick on boats when they're just sitting there rising and falling in the swell. But you should definitely go. I wouldn't want you to have to give up fishing just to save my virtue for a morning." "If you're sure you'd be okay with that, then, yeah, thanks. I'd really like to go. But let me just say one more thing. I'm not sure how to put this, so try to bear with me here. "If Dad does start getting extra friendly with you when I'm not around, I'm not gonna tell you how you should react. Like I said, you can tell him to go fuck himself, for all I care. But I also understand that you're in a delicate position. You owe your internship to him and you not only need to protect that, but also you've got to consider the possibility of working there again, if you want to, or at least needing a good reference. "The other thing I'm thinking of," Jon continued, "is that you've been experimenting with sex a lot lately --I never would have guessed you'd be a sub for that muscle daddy in the gym -- and maybe -- just maybe -- you might think it'd be a hoot and half to let Dad blow you, if that's what he's looking for. "What I'm trying to tell you is this. IF Dad makes a move on you, and IF you want to let him, I'm okay with that and you won't ever have to fess up to me about it. Just the opposite, in fact. If anything like that does happen, I don't want to know. There. I've said it. I hope I haven't totally grossed you out. Have I? Please say you're not mad at me. "Of course I'm not mad at you. Really. I respect you for being honest with me about your dad and your feelings about this issue. As for me, I think I can handle myself around him. And since you're being honest, I'll be too. It's kinda flattering to know that I have that kind of hold over him, you know? Might be kinda fun to tease his cock. But don't worry, I'm not looking to jump into bed with him. We'll see how he behaves, but I'm gonna be okay one way or another. And besides, I really love the beach!" I'd have tried to cadge an invitation for Conor too, but Jamie's parents had rented a place on Cape Cod and invited Jamie and Conor to spend the Fourth with them. Conor had been reluctant to go without me, but I insisted, especially since I'd have Jon here and we'd find plenty to do. Also I wanted him to just be my brother, and not act like some self-sacrificing mother who'd forgo a free beach weekend just to have the pleasure of watching me wallow in guilt over it for the rest of the summer. The next day at work, I thought about what Jon had said about his dad. I'd have a tough time if my dad were blatantly checking out other women or men while my mom, or Conor, or I were around. It sounded like Jon had known about this for a long time and had put some emotional distance between him and his parents as his way of dealing with it. He must have, or else I have no idea how he'd ever have let his father get near me. I was also intrigued by Jon's permission to mess around with his dad, if it came to that. I would never do anything with his dad and then and lie to Jon about it, but if it was okay with him, then, I dunno.... Tom is a seriously hot dude who would never, I was sure, use me as roughly as muscle daddy did. Could be fun. And besides, I really love the beach and wasn't looking for an excuse to beg off. Just the opposite. After that conversation with Jon, the rest of June settled into something like a routine. Jon and I spent more and more time with each other, Conor and Jamie spent the same amount of time -- a lot -- they always had with each other, and life was sweet. I even went out on a few Grindr or Scruff hookups when I wasn't doing anything else. Late one night in a bar, a few days after my conversation with Jon, a girl invited me up to her apartment and I went, even though she was already shit-faced and I wasn't especially attracted to her regardless of her condition. I knew that this probably wasn't a good idea -- not her, not now -- but I went anyway, to remind myself that I hadn't given up sex with women; it had just been on hiatus. I fucked her, but as anyone who's ever fucked a drunk knows, it wasn't much fun. And with that, hetero sex went back on hiatus. I had proved to myself that I really was pansexual, that I could still get it up even for a mess like that, and that was enough. There were also trips to the beach. One hot afternoon, Conor called me at work to ask if Jon and I wanted to join him and Jamie for an after work getaway to the beach at Fort Tilden, in Rockaway. They were planning to leave work right at five and head downtown to catch a ferry to Rockaway, returning on the last boat back, or by subway, if we missed the boat. I checked with Jon, and 10 minutes later we had a plan. Since there wouldn't be time to go home and get towels, we'd stop and buy some, and a few sandwiches, before we got on the ferry. We wouldn't need swimsuits because there's a section of the beach at Tilden where guys are often nude, especially during the week, and even more especially, during the late afternoon and evening. The subway at 5 p.m. was crowded and the platforms were sweltering, but once our boat left the dock, it was cooler, the wind was in our faces, and we were surrounded by gorgeous views of lower Manhattan and the harbor. Standing on the open upper deck with the guys, with the wind blowing my hair, and sharing some brews with them, I felt like the luckiest dude in the world. When we got to Fort Tilden, I could see why it you could be naked on the beach there if you walked far enough down, and "far" is absolutely the right word. By the time we got to where we were going, there was almost nobody in sight except for maybe ten or fifteen other guys, and no women, most of them naked. Tilden is a former army base that was turned into a park, so instead of buildings lining the beach, there's nothing but dunes covered in grass and thick scrub with a few trails cutting through it. I was liking this place already. We laid out our towels, got out of our clothes, and headed to the surf. Jamie and Conor didn't check out Jon's body as blatantly as Jamie and I had done with each other that first afternoon in the Catskills, but even as discreet as they tried to be, it was fairly obvious. Which was cool, since Jon was doing the same to them. The water was pretty chilly but the air was still hot, so we raced through the surf and dove into the face of a breaking wave like kids who haven't learned the meaning of "cold." Once we got over the initial shock, we were able to stay in for about ten minutes before our balls threatened to turn black and fall off. Like those flocks of tiny shorebirds that skitter about in close formation just beyond the reach of the incoming surf, we all raced back out again and stood talking, watching the surf and the ships entering and leaving the harbor, and warming up in the sun. After we'd been talking for a few minutes, Jon looked in the direction of the dunes behind us and said, "Check that out." What caught his eye was a small orange canvas windscreen. The sun was now low enough to shine through it from the rear, and it was projecting the silhouettes of two guys fucking onto the canvas. It was almost funny, since they obviously had no idea what a show they were putting on for the beach going public. We watched them for about a minute but, really, two silhouettes fucking gets old fast. They did, however, put some of us in mind of another reason some guys like this particular beach. "Want to go exploring?", Jamie asked. "Let's check out the trails in the dunes." "Sure!" three voices answered. "Better carry our clothes, though," Jamie added. "We can put as much as there's room for in my backpack." We managed to cram all our stuff into that backpack, and Jamie led us down the beach a bit to a trail he knew. It led back through the grass, then into bushes and stunted trees, until side trails began to branch off here and there. We turned into one of them and soon we were looking at a tiny patch of bare sand almost surrounded by dense cover. "I should warn you guys," Jamie said, "before things go any further, that even though a lot of sex goes on in here, you can get arrested if the rangers catch you. They don't patrol as heavily during the week as they do on weekends, and I've never seen one of them this late in the day, but be very careful." "Why didn't you warn me about him?" Jon asked a bit too dramatically. "How was I to know that it's dangerous to be around that man." "You have no idea!" Jamie quietly replied, and Conor said nothing. The smirk on his face said enough. "Are you okay with this?" I asked Jon, since I wasn't at all sure that he really was okay. "Me? I'm fine. Let's party!" At first, we all stood there, not knowing what to do with ourselves. Then, Conor moved up to Jamie (who was positioned to watch for movement on the path we came in on), kissed him deeply, and slowly began to play with his engorging cock. At first, Jon stood there watching him and I watched Jon, to make sure that he really was okay with this. When I saw Jon's hand drop to his own dick, which had also begun to grow, I put my hand on his ass to guide him closer to Conor and Jamie, and we began to work on our own dicks. When he saw that, Jamie looked at Jon and asked, "May I?", then waited a beat before reaching over and working one of Jon's nipples. That was all the signal I needed to lean over and start kissing my boyfriend, who was as passionate as I've ever seen him. Given the risk, we knew that we didn't have much time, and in fact a couple of other naked guys had already walked down the path, seen us, smiled, and kept going. Prolonged foreplay was clearly not an option. Jon dropped to his knees and took Conor's cock in his mouth, while I did the same for Jamie. There's something about having sex outdoors where you might get caught, that doubles the pleasure of a good blow job. At least, that's how it looked to be with Jamie and Conor. I'd already gotten to know Jamie's I'm-about-to-blow face, and when I looked up, I saw it again. I backed up off his dick until not much more than the head remained in my mouth, so that I'd be able to taste his cum as it flooded over my tongue, and a few seconds later there was a loud grunt and my mouth began to fill with the taste of fresh semen. As I was swirling it around in my mouth to get every bit of the taste I could, I heard a low "Fuck!" from Conor and turned to see him unload into Jon. Then Jon pulled me up and drew me in for a big kiss so we could swap loads. Jon and I stood there making out for a few minutes, while Conor and Jamie caught their breath and came back to earth. Then they dropped to their knees and returned the favor. The riskiness of what we were doing had the same effect on Jon and me as it had just had on those two, so we didn't make them wait long to get what they wanted. Only this time, instead of swapping our cum with each other, they returned it to us. It would have been great to be able to wait a bit and then fuck, but not only didn't we bring lube (and I wasn't ready to use spit again, just yet), but we all felt like we'd pushed our luck about as far as we dared, so we ambled back down the path and onto the beach. Along the way, Jon turned to me and deadpanned, "When you told me that you and Conor are very close, I don't think I fully understood what you meant. Do you all do this a lot?" "Keep hanging around me and you'll find out, babe." When we reached the grassy stretch just before the open beach, we passed two naked guys headed the other way. They looked us over, smirked, said "Hey!", and kept going. One of them was carrying a small bottle of lube. The rest of June went by relatively uneventfully, but that was only by the standards of the month that had passed since my arrival in New York. By now, not just sex with dudes, but Grindr hookups, jerking off with Conor while watching porn, three-ways, and kink, had lost their transgressive power and become just another way to have fun. I met people of various genders and identities, and that expanded my range of experience still more. Friends who only knew me from freshman year or high school, were in for a shock. * * * * July 4 fell on a Wednesday and Tom Regazzi wanted to head out to East Hampton that day and stay till Sunday, so he saw to it that Jon and I could get a little time off to join him. Besides, as he put it, half the office would be out the first half of the week and the other half would be out the second half, so we'd hardly be missed. Still, I made a point of checking with my boss first, so that he wouldn't think that I was ignoring him. We had a good relationship and I wanted to keep it that way. Early on the holiday morning I was packed and waiting downstairs when Tom and Jon swung by to pick me up. Despite the early hour, traffic was still heavy for about two thirds of the way, and the day was hot by the time we got there. "Who wants to join me in the pool?" Tom asked, after we'd put away the food we'd bought along the way and made a pitcher of sangria out of wine and an assortment of frozen fruit. "Sounds good," answered Jon. "Me too," I said. "You go jump in Dad. Ryan and I will get out the glasses and snacks and be with you in two minutes." When we were alone, he whispered to me, "Let's see if he puts a suit on or not, so you can decide what you want to do." Tom did not put a suit on. He stepped outside, stripped down, carefully folded his shorts and shirt before putting them on a chaise longue, and turned to look at us through the sliding glass door before diving into the deep end. As he undressed, Jon and I were putting the drinks and food on a table, so I slowed down for a bit to see what Tom looked like with his clothes off. After all the times he'd checked me out, and the flirting over dinner, I didn't think he'd mind. Up till that day, I'd only seen Tom in his beautifully tailored suits, but now that he was naked, he still had that Hollywood glam look about him. His stomach was almost flat and his muscles were toned without being pumped. His chest was covered in dark brown hair that tapered down to a sharply defined treasure trail leading to lightly trimmed pubes. Further down were a substantial, cut, cock and a pair of heavy balls. Now I knew where Jon got his from. Jon grinned and winked at me and finished putting out the refreshments. When I started taking my own clothes off, he had the signal he'd been waiting for and tore off his own. Now it was Tom's turn to do the checking out and I couldn't be sure if he just had his eye on me, or if he was also perving a little on Jon. Just like that night at dinner, he wasn't half as subtle as he must have thought he was. Also like that night, I sucked his attention right up by making sure that he had an unhurried chance to enjoy his first look at my naked body. Tom's hungry expression as I undressed made me wonder what he might have done if Jon hadn't been there. To my amazement, it was Jon who pushed the envelope of conventional behavior in that pool. Once we'd done a few short laps and all of us were standing quietly in the shallow end, he moved over to me, reached out and pulled me in for a long, slow, kiss. He and I had been falling deeper in love in recent weeks, but even as I knew that this display of affection was genuine, I suspected that Jon especially wanted his dad to see it. I thought he might be throwing his own sexuality and the physical part of our relationship in his dad's face, as a way of getting even for Tom's flirting with me right in front of Jon and his mom. As I've said before, this was a dynamic that I could not imagine ever playing out in my family. In the Jameson house, there was no nudity, period. I sometimes wondered if Mom and Dad ever took all their clothes off at the same time, even to take a shower. And as for any kind of sexual display, just the thought of making out with anyone, of any gender, in front of Mom and Dad would have left me with a limp dick for the rest of my life. As Conor says, we're not in Kansas anymore. As for me, I have to admit that I kind of liked being the object of their father-son rivalry, if that's what it was. Or, at least, I liked it only so long as nothing happened to hurt Jon or come between us. He meant far too much to me to let that happen. But if I could have a little fun playing with Tom and still be Jon's ally and lover, why the hell not? The lip-lock ended, we swam and dove around for a while, then Jon and I hauled ourselves onto the deck and stretched out on some empty chaises near the deep end. Tom swam a few underwater laps in the now-empty pool before heading for the ladder, himself. As I watched him raise himself out of the water, time slowed to a crawl. Like a soundless image in a dream, his head broke the surface and his gaping mouth gulped air. Sunlight glittered on the water streaming off his hair onto his face and shoulders. Two strong arms reached for the top of the ladder. His biceps and delts flexed as he began to pull himself up. His torso slowly rose above the deck. Water ran from his head and shoulders onto his chest and down a gleaming rivulet between his pecs, their wet hair dark and glossy. His foot pushed against the lowest rung as water dropped like diamonds from his erect nipples and the tips of his chest hairs. By the second rung, his thick cock and balls appeared. Now he was on the deck, water from his taut upper body flowing over his groin and down the jet black hair of his powerful thighs and calves. It was a moment that went on for an hour. * * * * After dinner that evening we headed off to watch a nearby fireworks display, which I always love. Back at the house afterwards, we played a little poker, had a few drinks, and called it a night. Later, in Jon's room, the sex was as good as it had ever been and Jon was louder than he'd ever been. Tom's bedroom was just across the hall, and I wondered if the way I felt while we fucked might be something like the way Jamie and Conor had felt that night they fucked so loudly in the bedroom, knowing that I was just outside on the living room sofa. This was a whole new side of Jon, for me. I'd always known him as a lot of fun and fantastic in bed, true enough, but also as someone who is usually a little more cautious than I am. Yet, while I'd be completely paralyzed in bed if I knew that my parents were sleeping across the hall, knowing that it was his dad who was just a few feet away, with only two hollow core doors between us, was all Jon needed to let it all out. With every slap on my ass, every "Take it bitch!," I wondered what Tom must be thinking, and what Jon must have thought about what his dad was thinking. Around two a.m., I woke up thirsty and needing to pee. I disentangled myself gently from Jon without waking him, and slipped out to the bathroom. There was a light on downstairs. After peeing, I went down to the kitchen, still naked, to get my drink and turn off the light, which I thought we must have left on earlier. Tom was already there, naked and standing in front of the open fridge. "Want to polish off the sangria with me?" he asked. If he hadn't slept through all that racket earlier, he kept his poker face. "Sure," I said, reaching for two glasses. "I'm glad you came downstairs just now so we can talk alone for a few minutes. I want you to know that I'm glad you're out here with us. It wouldn't have been as much fun with just Jon and me here." "Thanks so much for asking me. It would have been a dull weekend for me if you hadn't." After a short pause for sips of sangria, Tom continued: "I also wanted to say that I'm glad you decided to intern with KPT this summer. I'm hearing really good things about you from Mike (my boss's boss) and everybody who's met you likes you. I hope we'll have you back next year. "The other reason I'm glad you're in New York for the summer, is for Jon's sake. From the way he talked about you, I was pretty sure he had a crush on you, but until a few weeks ago he'd never have risked alienating you by saying or doing anything. I don't know how you two figured out that you both want each other, but I haven't seen him as happy as he's been lately in a long time." Still no hint that Tom knew just how happy Jon had been not much more than an hour ago. Or me. "I'm glad you're telling me that Jon's happy," I replied, "because at dinner that night after I first got here, I wasn't sure if you might be flirting with me and I was afraid of how Jon might feel if he had the same idea. He certainly seems to be okay about where things stand with us, and we talk about that, but I'm glad to get your perspective." I don't know where I found the nerve to say that, but I did, and from that point the conversation took a different turn because the next thing Tom said was: "To be completely honest with you, I was flirting. Especially after you seemed to enjoy it." "Does Jon know that you're interested in guys?" "I'm sure he suspects as much. A few times he's caught me checking out some guy on the street or in a store, shot me a sly grin, then pretended it never happened. To be honest, I'd have freaked out if I'd seen my dad do that when I was his age, but Jon seems to understand that these things go on in the world, whether it's your dad or anybody else." "I know what you mean. He gives me the feeling sometimes that he knows more about me and other people than he ever lets on, and that `s okay because he'll never hold it against you. You don't think of guys our age as being especially sophisticated or wise, but Jon sometimes scares me that way." "You're right, and I have no idea where he got it from, because it wasn't from me or his mom. We met in college and neither of us was anything like that. What about you, Ryan? Do you think you're wiser than most 19 year olds?" "No," I said quietly, "but I think I've moved the needle a little in that direction since I came to New York. I almost can't believe how fast things have happened and what I've learned about myself. I'm still trying to figure it all out." "So am I," Tom said, also quietly, "so am I." And as he spoke, Tom moved behind behind me, put his hands on my shoulders, and slowly began to massage them. I relaxed into his hands. A couple of minutes later, though, I remembered that Jon was asleep upstairs and might wake up at any moment. He wouldn't be happy if he saw his dad and me like this, so I suggested to Tom that we'd better stop and I stood up. Tom reluctantly agreed, but first he let his hands slide slowly down my back, just like he had that night outside the restaurant, only this time he didn't stop at my tailbone. His hands kept moving until they were cupping my naked ass cheeks and his fingers began to play around the rim of my hole. "If you keep doing that, I won't be able to stop," I said as I pulled away from Tom and turned to face him. He looked down at my leaking erection, wiped some precum off the tip, put it in his mouth and licked his lips. Then he gave me a gentle goodnight kiss on the cheek and I kissed him back. Without another word or gesture, we put the glasses in the sink, turned out the light and went back to bed. Jon was sleeping soundly when I got there. * * * * The next day was relaxing and fun, but uneventful. We spent the morning at the beach, played a little tennis, hung around the pool, put on a movie after dinner, played some more poker, and so on. The drinks pitcher wasn't allowed to stay empty for long and we all had a pleasant buzz on the whole afternoon and evening. Sex with Jon that night was every bit as hot as the night before, but not so loud and frenzied. We talked about rooming together back at school, and agreed to try to make that happen. The following day, Friday, Jon was up early (I barely woke up enough to kiss him goodbye) and off to go fishing. He told me to expect him back in time for lunch and we would hit the beach after that. When I finally got up and headed downstairs for coffee and something to eat, Tom was already there. This time we both had shorts on. "Sleep well," he asked. "Uh huh," I replied groggily. "You?" "Like a baby," said Tom. Neither of us had much to say until the caffeine kicked in. Then Tom asked if I had any plans for the morning. "There's a bike in the garage if you want to go for a ride. It'll get you to the beach in 20 minutes if you want." "Thanks, but I'm feeling kinda lazy, and Jon and I are planning to hit the beach after lunch. You'll come, won't you? ("Sure!" Tom replied) I think I'll just hang around the pool this morning and work on my tan. That should take all the energy I have right now." About 15 minutes later we were naked and spreading towels over the chaises longues on the pool deck. Tom got out some sunscreen and we got to work applying it. "Want me to do your back?" he asked. `If you would," I answered demurely. Just like the other night in the kitchen, he began by spreading sunscreen over my shoulders and slowly kneading them as he worked. I began to melt. After a while, he put more sunscreen on his hands and began to move them in long, gentle, strokes, up and down my back and my ass. By now, I was so relaxed I wasn't sure my legs would be able to support me much longer. "Why don't you let me do your back now," I said, "so you don't get burned while you're working on me." Tom didn't protest, but handed me the tube of sunscreen and turned around. I spread some on my hands and began to do his shoulders and back just as he'd done mine. Occasional low murmurs of "Uh huh," told me he was pleased. When I had done his ass, however, he asked me to stop for a while so he could finish doing me. This time, he lowered the back of a chaise until it was flat, laid a towel on it, and told me to lie down on my stomach. I did, and Tom quickly applied sunscreen to my legs before returning to my ass and spreading it wide so he could enjoy the sight of my stretched out hole, which he soon attacked with his tongue. Now he was way too horned up for gentle teasing, and knowing what he'd had to listen to through the bedroom door for the past couple of nights, I couldn't blame him. He forced his tongue as far into me as he could and slurped loudly. Those nibbles on my ass were more like bites, and when that wasn't enough, he'd slap it. He reached under my hips, which I raised to help him, and stroked my dick, which was already hard and leaking profusely. When I joined Tom at the pool only a few minutes before, I'd guessed that he'd probably want to blow me and that would be it. I quickly realized that I was in for more than that and, truth be told, I was glad. If Jon and I hadn't had that talk about his dad, I'd be deeply conflicted, but if Jon was cool, so was I. The next thing I heard was, "Can I fuck you?" "Uh huh," I grunted. "Don't move. I'll be right back." He ran into the kitchen and came back with a bottle of olive oil. He poured a little onto my hole and worked it inside. Then he poured out a little more and went to work on his own dick to get it good and hard. I turned my head to get a better look at his erection. "Damn, doesn't anybody in New York have a small dick?" I wondered. I was almost frantically horned up myself by then. Despite the fact that Tom didn't spend as much time easing his penis into me as Jon does, I was so loose already that it didn't hurt much. There must be something about taboo sex, like fucking your son's boyfriend or your boyfriend's dad, that turbocharges male hormones. All I know for sure is that Tom fucked me so furiously you'd have thought it was costing him $100 a minute and he needed to cum before the bill got too high. Even then, I pleaded with him to fuck me harder. He kept it up a lot longer than I thought he could, and I was almost ready to beg for mercy when he suddenly bellowed, "Fuuuuuck!!," squeezed me tightly around the chest, and began to shoot his babies into my ass with a series of body slams and loud grunts, spaced about two or three seconds apart. (Later, I wondered if that kind of fucking might explain why Jon's mom wasn't too upset about her husband's interest in guys.) For a couple of minutes, Tom lay limply on top of me while his breathing and consciousness returned to normal. Then he got up and suggested that I turn over so he could get me off too. I did, but I asked him to stand where he was for a minute, so I could enjoy the view as I raised myself up on one elbow to take it all in. If I had a picture of what I saw then, I could beat off to it for years. Sunlight glistened on Tom's oiled body and sparkled on the beads of sweat caught on his chest and belly hair. A big blob of cum hung from his still semi-hard cock, which had just begun to droop over balls that looked even more massive from below. The grin on his face told me just how pleased Tom Regazzi was with himself for nailing not just any young stud, but a young stud who happened to be his son's boyfriend. He looked like a man who knows he has it all, and as far as I was concerned, he does. I silently thanked Jon for letting this happen, and tried not to think too much about what it must be like for Jon, having Tom for a dad. I was still taking in Tom's magnificent nakedness when my hand reached for my dick and slowly began to stroke it. "Don't. Let me take care of it," said Tom. He put a cushion on the deck next to the chaise, knelt on it, kissed me on the mouth, then slowly began kissing and licking his way down to my toes and back up again. Fortunately, Tom had only spread sunscreen on my back and ass and didn't mind the sweat covering the front of me. As his face drifted over my body, his fingers teased my nipples, lightly flicked my balls, or traced circles around my belly. His tongue tickled my groin creases from taint to abs. Nobody had ever done that to me, and it drove me nearly insane. When somebody like Tom is this into guys but doesn't often get a chance to mess around with them, maybe it makes him slow down and enjoy all the more, the times when he does have a naked man to play with. Especially after he's already gotten himself off inside that guy's ass. All I do know is that now he was the complete opposite of the man who just a few minutes before had nearly pounded my ass right through the mattress. Like the wished-for lover in that old Pointer Sisters song, this side of Tom was a man with a slow hand and an easy touch. After avoiding them for so long, Tom finally began to pay attention to my genitals. He flicked his tongue to get the precum that steadily flowed from my throbbing dick. He licked my balls and pulled them gently with his teeth. Only when I couldn't stand the tension much longer did he slide my erection all the way into his mouth and slowly start to lick and suck it. By then, I was nearly bouncing up and down on the mattress. "Let me know when you're about to cum," he asked. "I want to be sure I can taste it before it goes down my throat." He knew he wouldn't have to wait much longer and he didn't. "I'm gonna blow," I yelled, just before the first jet of cum left my penis. Tom backed his mouth off me just enough to catch my load on the front of his tongue. When my dick finally stopped spasming, he pulled off, smiled at me and swallowed. I lay there limp as last night's spaghetti. A few minutes later, as we were soaping each other up in the outdoor shower (which made me cum again), Tom asked if I was going to say anything about this to Jon. "Don't worry," I said. "We're not monogamous, and we've agreed to a don't ask, don't tell, policy when it comes to hookups with other guys. I would never hurt him, or risk losing him, by telling him about this." The part about don't ask, don't tell, was a lie, of course, since we did exactly the opposite of that. But it was easier to tell a lie than to tell Tom that his son suspected that his dad might try to seduce me, and that it was okay with him if I let it happen as long as it was what I wanted and Jon didn't have to hear about it. Jon knew his dad much better than his dad had guessed. We loafed around the pool for the rest of the morning and were just making lunch when Jon walked in with a cooler of fish. "Did you two have fun?" he asked, with a smile that was mainly directed at me. I thought I knew what he was implying, but Tom seemed to be completely clueless. "Yeah," Tom answered. "We just had a quiet morning around the pool. How was the fishing?" Then, after hearing Jon's answer and inspecting the contents of the cooler: "What do you want for lunch?" The rest of the long weekend went by with much less drama. Tom played golf the next morning, which gave Jon and me a chance to fuck on the pool deck. We were still slimy and sweaty, when Tom got back, but he knew better than to ask how we'd gotten that way. A little later, Jon said, "I meant what I said before. I don't want to know what, if anything, you and Dad got up to." And then he pulled me in for a long, deep, kiss as he hugged me tightly so I'd know how much I am loved. Somehow, I knew that Jon knew that his dad had fucked me. "How did he figure that out," I wondered, "and how did he know that this kiss and hug were exactly the reassurance I needed? . . . Maybe, he knew what I needed because he needed the same thing himself." JON: Dad and I have a complicated relationship. He's been a good father to Charlotte and me, and I love him. At the same time, it's not easy having your friends always reminding you of how hot he is, while at the same time he won't or can't hide his interest in some of them -- some of the male ones, that is. Plus, I kinda feel bad for Mom when he behaves like he did with Ryan that night at dinner. I don't know how much she chooses to see, and it's not my marriage, so if it works for them I suppose I shouldn't get upset about his cruising or flirting with guys my age. But still..... What I have more trouble with is this feeling that Dad is somehow trying to muscle in on my queer turf so that I sometimes feel like I'm living with a 45 year old frat house rival. I especially get that feeling when he and I are alone at the weekend house and he's parading around the pool deck naked, as much to flaunt his hotness in my face, as because we both like being naked. Sometimes I wonder if he's actually trying to get me hard. (Maybe I should just let it happen and see how he reacts.) I'm certain that Dad doesn't limit himself to admiring guys' cocks and asses. Somewhere on the hookup apps there's gotta be a profile of him that includes a nude shot with a full erection, because of course he would. And he'd get to use those apps because he takes frequent business trips. I would have hesitated to invite Ryan out to East Hampton with us and risk letting him get hit on by Dad, except that I really wanted to have him with me over that long weekend. And I had a reason to think that he might be okay with a little extra attention from Dad. I knew about Ryan's getting punishment-fucked by that daddy in the sauna, not only because he wouldn't let me near his ass for three days afterward, but also because he wanted to know what I thought it meant that he'd sort of gotten off on being hurt that bad. He hadn't liked it at all, he said, but he didn't know how else to explain his need to let it happen, at least that once. I just told him that some guys are into dominance, rough sex, and a lot more kinks than that, and there's no point in trying to understand why. Ryan wasn't ready to say that he was "into" having his ass beaten up and left for dead in an alley, only that he wasn't totally sorry to have had the experience. "I told you that I wanna try all kinds of sex," he said, "and I mean it. I may not like some scenes, but I wanna know what the experience is like. And besides, that fucker was seriously hot. Not good looking, except maybe for the muscles, but I knew the first time I saw him that I wanted him to wrap those huge arms around me so tightly that I could hardly breathe, and to hold me like that while he rammed my insides." If Ryan didn't regret that experience, I didn't think he'd be totally freaked out if Dad made a move on him. More likely, Ryan would be turned on by the attention, and might want to let Dad have him. As for me, if it were only a one-off, I'd be cool. As for what was in it for me, I liked the idea of flipping the usual sexual power dynamic with Dad by flaunting MY openly sexual behavior with MY boyfriend, right in his face. I wanted to make him jealous of me, for a change. Most other guys would never have loud sex while their dads were in a room across the hall. Me? I wanted to make sure that he knew EVERYTHING we were doing on the other side of that thin door. I even imagined him rubbing out a big load of his own. I told Ryan that if he did get up to something with Dad, I didn't want to know about it, partly because I was afraid of getting maybe too much information. The much bigger reason was that I knew how hard it would be for Ryan to be honest with me, and I didn't want him to feel that if he did mess around with Dad, he'd have to make a full confession afterward. If Ryan did want to get it on with Dad, he'd never be able to get hard if he knew that a difficult conversation would be waiting for him a couple of hours later. I figured that sooner or later he'd probably tell me as much as he'd want me to know. Anyway, I was almost certain that Ryan had let Dad fuck him, because after that, Ryan was even more of a demon in bed at night than I was. Something made him act like that, and it wasn't the small hickey in a spot he couldn't see, that I hadn't given him. _________________________________________ AUTHOR'S NOTES: Please join me in supporting Nifty in recognition of the unique role they play in bringing readers and writers together. Even a small donation helps. To contribute, go to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html If you're interested in an earlier story of mine, you'll find Finding My Tribe in the Adult-Youth section.