Date: Thu, 6 Jul 2023 23:07:09 -0400 From: Mason H Subject: Echoes of Desire - Chapter 3 Please support the Nifty Archive (nifty.org/donate) This is a work of fiction. You may contact the author about the story. -------------------------------------------------- Echoes of Desire Chapter 3 -------------------------------------------------- Eric shuddered at his father's words-- "Show me what you can do." The forbidden nature of their interaction sent waves of arousal through his body. But at the same time this new development felt surreal and unsettling, like they were crossing boundaries that should never be crossed between a parent and child. He looked up at Porter again, seeking camaraderie and permission once again. Porter sensed Eric's internal struggle and gently placed a hand on his face--a silent gesture offering support without pushing him either way. His eyes flickered towards Mike with an unspoken plea for guidance or clarification, still grappling with the situation himself. Mike could feel the tension thickening in the room; doubts crept into his mind like unwelcome guests crashing a party. What possessed him to utter those words? Was it simply curiosity mixed with desire? Or something deeper rooted in unresolved grief? Still, he met Porter's gaze and gave a slight nod. Porter looked back down at Eric--his boyfriend but now also under the watchful eye of his father. The intensity between them grew stronger as they silently communicated their desires without uttering a single word. Eric barely nodded his head as his heart raced and he leaned forward, his lips parting to take Porter's throbbing tip into his mouth. The taste of him--slightly sweet, salty, and musky--filled Eric's senses as he enveloped the head with warm wetness. Porter let out a low groan--a sound that sent shivers down Mike's spine. His eyes remained fixed on the scene unfolding before him--the sight of his own son pleasuring another man--an act so forbidden yet undeniably erotic. Again his memories with Helen flashed in his mind--the way she could compel him to make those same noises. Eric's tongue danced along Porter's sensitive underside, teasing while savoring the taste and texture. He took more of Porter into his mouth, inch by inch, until he felt that big cock seated fully in his throat. Porter gasped--his fingers threading through Eric's golden locks for support. His breathing grew heavier as waves of ecstasy washed over him--from feeling those velvety lips wrapped around him to knowing they were being watched by someone who should never witness such an intimate moment between them. Mike couldn't tear his gaze away from this provocative display--he could feel himself becoming lost in their passion fueled by taboo desires igniting within all three men simultaneously. A mix of conflicting emotions surged through Mike once again--the guilt mingling with arousal; shame entwined with fascination--as he continued watching silently from across the room. His cock ached in his trousers, but he refused to acknowledge or address it--keeping his eyes firmly focused on the sight before him. Regardless of his awareness of his father's presence, Eric's focus was solely on Porter's pleasure. He moved with confidence and precision, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head of Porter's cock while his lips created a tight seal as he took more of it into his mouth. Porter moaned unabashedly, lost in the waves of ecstasy that surged through him. The sensations were heightened by the knowledge that Mike was watching--an audience he had never imagined would be present during such an intimate act. Mike stood there captivated by Eric's skillful technique. He couldn't help but marvel at how effortlessly his son seemed to please another person--his actions revealing a level of expertise beyond what one might expect from someone so young. Certainly Helen hadn't performed some of those moves until after years with Mike. The room was filled with erotic sounds--the wet slurping noises punctuated by gasps and moans resonating deep within their chests. Every stroke of Eric's hand or flicker from his talented tongue brought Porter closer to the edge. As the intensity of their passion grew, Porter's desire for more heightened. His instincts took over as he gently guided Eric's head further down, urging him to take more of his length into his throat. Eric complied willingly, allowing himself to be taken deeper. Mike watched with a mix of fascination and disbelief as Porter pushed the boundaries of pleasure--his son surrendering completely to being used. This is what had spurred him to intervene in the first place, the protective jealousy of seeing his son used. Again the sight stirred something primal within him that he couldn't ignore. This was beyond anything he and Helen had done together. Seeing his son, so much like his mother, willfully put himself in the position of surrendering like this made Mike tremble with arousal. Porter groaned loudly in ecstasy as Eric deep-throated him with practiced ease--the sensations overwhelming yet blissful. He tangled his fingers more tightly in Eric's hair, gripping it firmly but not forcefully--an unspoken gesture conveying both need and appreciation for what was being offered. Eric focused on maintaining a steady rhythm--steadily bobbing his head up and down the whole length of Porter's throbbing cock. It was an act fueled by his own desire but also driven by a need to please--to show love through physical expression. Mike stood there, his desire mingling with guilt. He watched Eric pleasuring Porter so expertly. In that intimate moment, watching his son's skilled movements and the way Porter's moans filled the room, memories of Helen continued to flood back into Mike's mind. He couldn't help but see her in Eric--their shared features, the eagerness to please, and the pure passion exhibited--a bittersweet reminder of the love they had once shared. Helen had possessed an innate sensuality--an ability to captivate those around her effortlessly. As he watched Eric now, displaying a similar level of passion and skill in this act of intimacy, Mike's memories collide with present desires. He felt an unexpected pang deep within him--an ache for connection--for someone who could understand these complex emotions tearing at his soul. He was pulled out of his fantasies by a breathless moan from the bed. "I'm close," Porter gasped, his voice laced with desire as he gripped Eric's hair. Eric's eyes locked onto Porter's--a silent exchange passing between them in that moment. With an eager nod, Eric continued to work diligently, taking all of Porter into his throat and massaging the soft spot behind his balls. The room filled with erotic sounds--the wet suction accompanying each movement driving both men closer to the edge. Porter's body tensed; sensations radiated from deep within him until they crashed over him. "Swallow it," came Porter's strained plea, barely above a whisper but still audible amidst the heavy breathing filling the room. His orgasm ripped through his body in powerful spasms--his abs clenching with each pulse as he held onto Eric's head and scrunched his face in ecstasy. Eric followed those instructions eagerly just as they had done many times before; his lips sealed tight around Porter's throbbing cock while swallowing eagerly as each burst of cum flooded his mouth with the taste that was uniquely Porter. Mike couldn't tear away from watching such intimacy play out right before his eyes--it was like being drawn into some forbidden world where inhibitions were tossed aside completely. His eyes remained fixed on Eric--as if searching for answers or perhaps even validation--for these complex emotions stirring inside himself. Eric's lips curved into a contented smile as he pulled off Porter's cock and met his gaze again. The depth of their connection was palpable, and it brought them both comfort amidst the confusion and uncertainty surrounding Mike's presence. Turning his attention to his father, Eric felt a mix of nervousness and anticipation--wondering how Mike would react after witnessing such an intimate act between him and his boyfriend. He could see in his dad's eyes a mixture of surprise, arousal, but also something else--an understanding that this had shifted their dynamic forever. Mike snapped out of his reverie when he realized Eric was looking at him expectantly. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he took a deep breath before finding words to break the tension hanging heavily in the room. "Well... uh... I have to admit," he began slowly with genuine admiration lacing through each word, "I'm impressed by your skills, son--and not just for someone your age." His voice held traces of pride mixed with undeniable desire as it filled space around them. "And you, Porter. That's quite the blessing you've got." Eric's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and pride, his gaze shifting nervously to the floor. He had never expected this conversation to take such an unexpected turn--to have his father praise him for something so intimate and personal. Porter too felt his face heat up, unable to meet Mike's eyes as he mumbled. "Thank you, Mister--er--Mike." The combination of arousal from their previous encounter and the vulnerability brought on by Mike's presence made it difficult for either boy to fully process what was happening. Mike couldn't help but notice their blushes--their sudden boyish innocence contrasting against the explicit nature of their recent actions. While part of him acknowledged that what they had done together crossed boundaries that should never be crossed between parent and child, there was another side--a darker desire--that felt like this had been the most beautiful experience he'd had in years. Feeling a mixture of guilt and excitement coursing through his veins, Mike took a step closer towards the bed--his voice lowering as he spoke again. "You both clearly know what you're doing," he said softly yet firmly, amusement twinkling in his blue eyes despite the seriousness lacing each word. Eric felt a shiver run down his spine as he noticed the intensity in his father's eyes--the way they seemed to penetrate deep into Eric's soul, searching for answers or perhaps even validation. It was as if his father was looking at him in a totally different way--like a lover--like someone who had a connection that transcended their pre-existing relationship. Mike couldn't tear away from the resemblance--how Eric's golden blond hair fell in waves around his forehead, framing those sky blue eyes just like Helen's. The realization hit him like a tidal wave--an undeniable truth that had been lurking beneath the surface for years but never fully acknowledged until now. He had always seen Helen in their son, of course--from the way he smiled to how he carried himself with an air of confidence--but witnessing this intimate moment between Eric and Porter brought it all into a deep, unexpected focus. He realized that, ever since her passing, there had been an unspoken desire for someone who could understand these complex emotions tearing at his soul--and now here stood Eric before him--his own flesh and blood--so like his mother. So beautiful and perfect. And now, such a sexual being in his own right. The realization of his hidden desires slammed into Mike like a freight train. He suddenly felt an overwhelming need to be alone with Eric. He turned towards Porter. "Porter," he began gently but assertively, "I think it would be best if you head home for the night." His eyes met Porter's briefly before continuing. "I need some time to talk alone with my son." ---------------------------------------------------------------- I'd love to know what you think! If you like this story check out some of my others! Most are works-in progress. https://archiveofourown.org/users/BostonMason/works