Date: Sat, 11 Jan 2014 08:23:05 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Father and Son. Part one.

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  Part one.

  It was, what, four years ago now that I thought that my world had
collapsed.  So let me tell you how that came about.

  I had joined the Merchant Navy when I was fifteen and was almost
constantly at sea for the next seven years before giving it up. It had been
great visiting many foreign countries but it was extremely boring when in
the middle of one of the oceans. So I left and found work ashore in our
local library.

  At my interview at the council offices, it was the fact of me doing an
enormous amount of reading in those seven years, that I could name many
authors and their books and so was given the job of being the assistant in
that library.

  Not blowing my own trumpet, I was six foot tall and quite good
looking. Dark hair, clean shaven, clear blue eyes and a lovely smile. I got
chatted up by quite a few women, seeing that I wasn't wearing a wedding
ring and quite often had an evening out with quite a few. The one that
attracted me the most was Caroline Traynor. I took her out many evenings,
to the cinema, restaurants and walks in the park, at summer time for the
latter

  We'd been going out for over six months before I kissed her and was
kissed back in return and another six months before I proposed to her. She
agreed, and so six months later, we were married and moved into a rented
flat.

  It was a year later that she gave birth to our son who we named as
Rhett. Well with my name being George Butler, she had loved the film "Gone
with the Wind". Clark Gable playing the part of Rhett Butler, so that was
who he was named after.

  Two years later, the chief librarian retired and I took over his job. I
found that I then had time on my hands there and so began to start
writing. It took me two years in both the writing and getting my book
published and it turned out to be a best seller of the year. It was about a
policeman who became a detective and solved quite a few crimes and so I
followed this up and had another best seller.

  Then a year later, the council in its wisdom, in cutting costs, closed
down our library for there already was a bigger one in town and so I was
made redundant. This didn't faze me for I was now getting money from the
royalties of my books and so decided to carry on with my writing at home
and not bother with finding another job.

  When Rhett was five years old and could now go to school, Caroline got a
job with a charity organisation and would quite often see to day trips to
aid this charity. This left me at home to take Rhett to school and collect
him every day between me writing another book.

  That was because to charity shop which was her base, opened at eight in
the morning and sometimes didn't get home till six. That's not counting
when she was in charge of the coach on the excursions that it made, coming
home even later.

  Now during the day I was writing and sometimes came to a blockage in the
mind and so packed up for the day to spend time thinking of where I went
next in my story. So I would quite often go out to a local bar and have a
couple of beers.

  After visiting this bar for several months now, I was finally approached
by another man of about the same age being asked if I wanted to have sex
with him.

  Now after seven years in the navy, I didn't go without having some sex
with other sailors, most those that worked inside. I was eighteen when I
had my first time with another man, who was a cabin steward and had him
suck on my erection. He had seen me naked in the showers before and seeing
what I had, wanted me. So I let him suck on me quite a few times on that
trip. I even got to fuck him though it was always one way for I refused to
suck on him or have him fuck me.

  I had sex quite a few times in other ships too, me sticking to my rule
that I would not suck on them or be fucked either. Now being offered a hot
mouth again after all those years out of the navy, accepted his offer and
so on going to the toilets of the bar, I once again had my cock sucked.

  So at least once a month, we would go to the toilets and when inside a
cubicle, he would sit down on the seat with me having my back to the door,
had him pull down the zipper on my trousers and pull out my erection. It
had been a long time since leaving the navy and just loved having my cock
stroked and sucked upon once again until I gave up my cum into his mouth
for him to savour before swallowing.

  Time passed until he finally asked me to fuck him. Now this wasn't
something that you could do in the confined space of the cubicles in the
bar and agreed but only when I knew that the wife wouldn't be at home and
had him come to my house where I once again fucked a man up the ass.

  He loved it and slobbered all over my cock after he'd pulled the condom
off of me. And so, about every three months, he came to my house with me
where we'd strip off our lower clothes for him first to give me a suck
before offering his ass for me to fuck him. But like in the navy, I refused
to either suck on him or have him fuck me.

  Now I only had sex with Caroline twice a week. That being Saturday and
Sunday nights and I had already agreed with her that Rhett would be our
only child, so this extra sex was good for me. So much so, that I then
began writing books that were all about sex though writing under a
different name. These I managed to get published in the U.S., though some
of them eventually turned up in England, and they began paying the effort
that I put into the stories.

  Rhett was then fourteen when my world collapsed. I no longer had to take
and collect him from school. Well I hadn't been doing this now for the past
five years as he was quite capable of going and returning on his own. I
wasn't him who caught me having male sex but Caroline.

  The guy, who I am not going to mention his name, came home with me one
afternoon, me knowing that Caroline would be out on a coach trip. The
practice now was to strip our clothes off and be completely naked for him
to first suck on me and have me cum in his mouth and with him then playing
with my cock to make it rise up again to then fuck him.

  What I didn't know was that the coach trip had been cancelled at the last
minute and so there was I, naked as the day I was born, down on my knees
with my cock stuck up the other guy's ass when she came into the lounge to
catch me in the middle of fucking him on the rug in front of the fire.

  Boy, didn't my cock instantly deflate at the tirade she gave out, the
other guy scrabbling around for his clothes to put on and get out of the
house as quick as possible. She was screaming at me at the time and kept on
and on, calling me all the names under the sun and I had no comeback having
been caught in the act.

  I'm not going into all the details of her diatribe, just to say that she
wanted me out of the house, again calling me all the names under the sun
that she could think off. I knew that our relationship had come to an end
and then being dressed, left and went and booked a room in an hotel.

  I still had the house keys and next day, when I knew she would be at the
charity shop, Got back into the house and removed my clothes as well as my
computer and all the books that I had written. It took me two trips to do
this, not even being able to say goodbye to Rhett. What she told him about
me, I don't know but in that first week away, I managed to write a whole
story on what I had gone through, which became one of my best sellers in
the U.S.

  I knew that our marriage was over and so, having enough money, I went to
the landlord and gave him the rent money for the whole year, getting a
receipt which I posted to Caroline. I still had enough money to then go and
buy a house for myself so that I could carry on with my writing, though it
was a curse to finish up at having my meals at cafes and restaurants till I
found the house that I wanted for the purpose of getting my own meals.

  It had three bedrooms, though one was enough, but it had an acre of land
surrounding the house so it was nice and peaceful for me to continue with
my writing and not be disturbed. That peace lasted for two years until
there was somebody knocking at the door and ringing the bell. I went and
opened the door to tell whoever it was to fuck off but swallowed what I was
going to say when I saw that it was my son.

  `By the heavens above! Rhett! What the hell are you doing here?' I asked,
not noticing immediately that he was carrying a suitcase. `You look a right
mess. Come in, come in,' and opened the door wide for him to enter, only
then noticing what he was carrying.

  `Thanks dad,' he said when inside and I closed the door and ushered him
through into the lounge.

  `What brings you here?' was the question asked.

  `I want to move in with you,' he said.

  `What?'

  `Can I move in with you?' he said again.

  `W...w...why?' I stuttered.

  `I can't stand the prat that mother has living in with her now. The
arrogant bastard.'

  `Did you get the birthday present I sent you?' I asked, that being only
two days ago.

  `Yes dad, and thanks. When the asshole offered me mine, I told him to
stick it up his ass, and packed this suitcase and told mom that I'd had
enough of the shithead. Gave her a kiss and left. It's taken me two days to
find you.'

  `Well that's okay with me and you look as if you could do with a bath,' I
told him.

  `You're right about that,' he grinned. `I slept in a doorway last night
and must look like a hobo.'

  `You're quite welcome to stay here,' I said. `Let me show you a room you
can have and it has its own bathroom,' and led him up the stairs. `I gather
you've left school too,' I said, talking over my shoulder as he followed
me.

  `Yes, but I've been accepted at the college we talked about a few years
ago.'

  `Well this can be your room for as long as you like,' I said as I opened
the door that was next to mine. `While you're having that bath, I'll get us
something to eat.'

  `That sounds great dad for I'm famished,' he said, and so left him to
settle in and have his bath and went back downstairs to start making dinner
for two instead of the one for myself.

  He was back down later looking a damn sight better now that he'd had a
bath and put on some clean clothes, and so we had dinner and told me more
of the shithead that his mom had taken into the house.

  `I put up with him for just over a year and now being sixteen, didn't
want to see him anymore, so here I am. I hope you don't mind me suddenly
dumping myself onto you,' he said.

  `Not at all Rhett. You are most welcome for it has been a bit lonely here
at times. Er, did your mother tell you why I left?'

  `No. She wouldn't say. I tried several times to get her to tell me, but
she wouldn't,' he replied. `Why did you leave?'

  `Well, I don't know how you are going to take this, but she caught me
having sex with another man.' There. He now knew and wondered how he was
going to react to this.

  `Oh! That thought never occurred to me,' was all that he said about it,
making me wonder why he didn't press me for more details. I didn't add
anything either and so the subject was dropped.

  It was nice to have him in the house to talk to in the evenings for the
two weeks before he went off to college. He would come back home during the
holidays and with me for the two Christmases while still being a member of
the college. I had carried on with my writing and had quite a few published
of both types of books.

  He was two years at the college and got his degree in English Literature
and was there to see him collect it. Two days later, it was his eighteenth
birthday and took him out to the best restaurant in town to celebrate this
event.

  Now I would spend most of my day in another room on the ground floor,
just off the lounge and called it my library, having collected quite a few
books over the past four years, my published books being there too. He
quite often would take a book out to read in bed of an evening and it was a
couple of weeks before I learned which books he had been reading.

  We'd been out in the garden this day, clearing up the fallen leaves and
did some mowing of the grass, getting covered in both in the process and
before having dinner, had a shower each and returned downstairs just
wearing our dressing gowns, which was becoming a habit between us of an
evening after working in the garden. Dinner passed off before we retired to
the lounge and had the television on, but rather low in volume as it wasn't
anything really worth watching.

  I was sitting in one chair and Rhett in another when he brought up the
subject of books.

  `I noticed in the library,' he began, `that I saw your books in a line of
one shelf with another lot next to them that had a different name on
them. I saw a couple of these at the college, owned by other students. Did
you write these under a pseudonym?'

  `Er, yes. It made a change of my other stories,' I said, going a bit red
in the face.

  `Well I liked reading them, and... and of what the contained. I noticed
that they were all written in the first person. Did you actually do all
those things written?'

  `Good Lord no. Some yes, but most, no. Having been in the navy, er, well,
you do tend to have an odd liaison with another male. With your mother only
wanting sex twice a week, wasn't enough for me and that's when I got caught
out by having sex with another man.'

  `What was it that you were doing when she saw you?' he asked.

  `Well, I'd already had him suck on me and a bit later I fucked
him. That's when you mother came into the lounge and caught us. I won't go
into all that she screamed at me and that's when she told me to leave.'

  `So you liked having your cock sucked? I've seen you naked before and you
do have a nice looking cock. Now to shock you dad,' and paused before
carrying on. `I think that I am gay, for I seem to get rather aroused at
seeing the other guys cocks in the showers and wanted to know what it would
be like to have sucked on an erect cock.' He was blushing at this news and
hadn't looked me in the eye as he told me what he thought of himself.

  `Haven't you had a woman yet?' I asked, feeling my cock start to rise up
with what he had told me.

  `No. I only looked at the other guys and wondered what it would be like
to have sex with them instead,' he said blushing again.

  `I don't know what to say now,' I said as I looked at him sitting there
near me, seeing that he had tented his dressing gown with whatever thoughts
were going through his mind. I soon found out what they were.'

  `Would...would you let me find out if that is the way I am dad? Would you
let me suck on you to find out?' He had stammered a little in asking this
and only now did he look me in the eye. It was me that that was embarrassed
and now had a full erection inside my gown.

  `Er, well, er, if you want to,' I stuttered, not giving any thought then
that it would be incest.

  `I would dad,' he said, sliding off the chair, his gown coming open to
see that he had a nice erect cock as he moved on his knees to get between
my legs. He pulled the front of my gown open to reveal that I too was fully
erect, my cock sticking like a flag pole. His arms came down onto my thighs
and his hand came up and took hold of my cock and looked at it for a
moment, his hand moving the skin up and down a little over the hard flesh
it covered.

  `It looks good dad. Now to know the truth about myself,' he said and
lowered his head and took me into his mouth.

  God, it was hot and realised what I had been missing over the past felt
years younger as he began to suck and tongue the head of my cock. I
couldn't help but give out a groan at the pleasure that flowed through my
body as I leaned back in my chair at once again of having my cock sucked in
this fashion. For his first time in doing this felt great and couldn't
fault the action he took. Pushing the foreskin down with his firm lips and
moving his tongue over the raw flesh, caressing the G string that sent
shivers up and down my spine.

  I knew at once that he had got this from one of my books, doing it
exactly as I had written in the way of having a cock sucked and teased in
this fashion. It had been a couple of days since I last masturbated and so
it wasn't long before I felt my cum starting to move up from my balls.

  `I'm nearly there Rhett,' I managed to gasp out as his head bobbed up and
down over the head. `Remember about closing the gullet,' I got out before I
felt my cum surging up my cock to erupt in his mouth.

  He gave out a small cough at this first emission but kept his lips firmly
clamped round the head as I gave him the rest of my cum, filling his mouth
with it. My hips had been bucking slightly as I shot my load into his hot
mouth and then gave out a big sigh as I relaxed back in the chair, feeling
his tongue move my cum round inside his mouth before feeling that extra bit
of suction as he swallowed it.

  He carried on sucking me for a few minutes, his tongue cleaning the head
of any residue of my cum before lifting his head up and sitting back on his
heels. His face was red and he had a big smile on his face as his tongue
came out and licked all round his lips.

  `Wow! I never thought it was going to be as good as that,' he said, his
face now having the widest grin I'd ever seen. `It was so...so exciting,
and I would like to do it again when you are ready. That is if you will let
me dad,' the expression on his face was really something to see. The
closest I can come to in that, was that he was begging, but I'm not too
sure.

  With him sitting back on his heels, his gown was open down both sides of
his legs and his cock was really sticking out from his groin, and his hand
came round and he began slowly moving the outer skin up and down.

  `Would you like to try it dad by sucking on me?' he asked.

  `No,' I said. `If you're that desperate, go to the toilet and jerk off.'

  `You don't know what you are missing,' he said in a sulky tone as he
began to lift himself up from the floor, his hand still slowly rubbing his
erection. `But you'll let me suck on you again later?' he asked, his face
now having a hopeful look.

  `Now to that I can say yes,' I replied which brought out a big smile from
him as he left the lounge and I settled back in my chair and began to
fondle my still semi hard cock, rubbing it as one does. I really did like
the way he sucked on me and wondered if it was as good as he had said. My
thoughts turned back to the time I spent in the navy and at how many men
sucked on my cock and then wanted me to suck on them, all of which I
refused to do, but it didn't stop them from still wanting to suck on mine.
Even that guy that I got caught fucking by the wife, he too wanted me to
suck on him, but him and the rest, I had refused to do. Could I do it?
Rhett, his first time in doing this male sexual act seemed to have enjoyed
it and was asking me to have him doing it again has made me really wonder
if I should at least try it. At least I know that his cock hasn't been up
some bodies ass.

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