Date: Sat, 30 Sep 2023 08:18:11 +0000
From: dave10705 <dave10705@proton.me>
Subject: Lusting After My Hunky Son-1

For Adam, Jim, Reece, Steve, Bill, James, and Howard...Thanks for showing
me shame-free gay sex and the joys of BDSM in NYC. And to all the great
guys from the Lure and Jay's hangout.

Nifty: for Gay Incest

This is a story with sexual bdsm scenes between a man and his son. If you
are too young to legally read about such things, please do not. Like most
of my stories, this one is based on real events, and real people,
although names and circumstances have been changed. I did make a friend
like Gregory many years ago, and he did come visit me often, and we did
many of the things I describe in the story. He was a sweet and joyful
young man, looking for someone to help him with the thoughts and feelings
he was having and his budding sexuality. There is lots of explicit stuff,
including consenting BDSM.

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Love to all, Dave
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If you got to live a dream life, one so hot, so charged with
taboo-breaking sex, you would skip around town like me. And sleep very
well. There I was, conservative in every way that a financial planner
needs to be in order to make it in the mainstream culture.

What very few people knew was that my roommate, lover, boyfriend all in
one was my 20-year old son, Michael. I still can't believe that I share a
bed with him and mind-blowing sex. It's joyous, but comes with many
restrictions, sadly. We have to be so cautious outside our bedroom, but
that makes it hotter inside. But I wouldn't take my life for anything
else. It took too long to get here.

Michael is a stud rocking a sexy swimmer's build: nicely but not overly
muscled at the chest, tight and smooth stomach and a killer ass, all
toned by his daily five miles in the pool. And best of all, smooth from
years of shaving down for swimming. He'd suffer from his family's genes
for too much body hair. As I came out, I loved the smooth, hairless look
I'd see in the bars and in the bedrooms of the sexy, hot guys I had the
honor to fuck.

Back a few years ago, I wrote in my journal:

I couldn't fairly be denied the thoughts that race through my head this
day in early February. It was about my son, Mikey, now in his first year
at an upstate New York college and struggling. Struggling in the way that
a beautiful gay boy would trying to fit in in a conservative, homophobic
environment.

I'm Mike, father of Mikey and I need to tell you our story. I'm 38,
athletic, slightly graying, and happily gay. Mikey is the product of a
crazy one-night stand when I was all of 17 with a Derek Baird School
student. We were at a party, all drunk off our minds. I still can't
believe I did it because really, women were at the bottom of my list of
worldly interests. Frankly I don't even remember much going into that
bedroom or leaving and definitely nothing that happened inside.

But as awful as my early days were, when the girl's Christian
conservative parents insisted the she bring the baby into the world, and
then hypocritically abandoned him and me to be the single parent, oh it
was awful. Her parents wanted no part helping me. They took their
daughter and moved out of town. I well remember the day we went to court
and the judge gave sole custody of Mikey to me.

I can hardly tell you how scared I was. My parents helped me out, thank
God. I knew they disapproved, of the whole situation. But by this time in
my life I was used to their disapproval. I knew I could never tell them
that I was gay, that I like cock, and that it was never going to change.
So I never did tell them. And here I was, a single father. I had to go to
work and drop out of school.

But as scared as I was at the time I could hardly believe what a gift I
had been given in being the sole parent to my beautiful boy Mikey. After
the first couple of years I somehow managed between work and social
services and raised Mikey. I have to say I really wasn't a bad parent. He
smiled all the time and was a very pleasant, well-behaved young boy. As
he grew into adolescence, we really became friends more than father with
his son. I didn't really have any strict parenting style, so I decided
just to do the best I could and to rely on my instincts. Mikey and I got
along really well. We'd take summer vacations together, and I had my eyes
on his developing body and smooth demeanor.

I took Mikey to ball games. We'd go out to dinner, even to a Burger King
on a weeknight. He was very appreciative of what I could do for him and
while he made friends at school oh, he wanted to spend a lot of his time
with me. Mikey was really interested in swimming, and as soon as I could
afford it I got him involved in a local swim club and in grade school
swimming. I guess it was the fact that he could do this on his own,
without having to face kids who often times bullied him for not having a
mother or something else.

So Mikey was an excellent student and began wearing glasses in the eighth
grade. He loved science and biology and his grades were always excellent.
My worst fears, that he would become a juvie, dropped away. Smart college
material.

And I loved spending time with him. The swim meets were my favorite. My
own like for men was becoming obvious. It was really hot to be around all
those teen boys showing a lot of skin in their speedos. And Mikey loved
to show off in his body. He did it with no affectation: no self-image
problem here. He particularly preferred to wear tiny micro speedos that
sometimes would reveal his beautifully developing butt. Deliberately?
Once, in practice, he put on a pair of speedos that literally showed half
his ass. I wanted to go down poolside and tell him, but he and the other
guys were just going about business. He looked up at me, smiled and gave
me a thumbs-up.

As we were living together in my Chelsea apartment during the 90s, I
developed a torrid attraction to gay leather sex. I geared up and I loved
going out in my tight leather chaps and pants, my harness and Wesco
boots. I even got the Muir cap. It was all intoxicating and really spoke
to me and was a total release, relieving me of this pressure I'd always
felt. For the first time I could let myself go. Other guys be in charge
and it was wonderful. I could embrace these feelings I'd had since I was
a kid.

I became a regular at Jake's Hangout, a bondage club downtown. I told
Mikey all about it when I couldn't bear any more to hide myself. He saw
me dress up for my Friday and Saturday night outings, and at his request,
I even snuck him into Jake's a few times to get a taste of the place. He
was curious, he said and I said he'd have to dress in jeans and go
shirtless.

"Cool," was his answer.

Mikey kept asking for me to take him and by this time he was 18 and fully
legal. I soon decided not to restrain myself when he was there: he saw me
fully naked and crucified; put in a bathtub and pissed on by twenty or
more guys, loving the smell and taste of piss and just bathing in it.
Guys would take off my funky jock strap and wring the rank piss out on my
face and into my mouth. Once Mikey stepped up. I said, "Do it, son."

Mikey pissed on me! My boy pissing on me! And then he swirled cold piss
over me, bathing me with his hands. We even swapped piss by
mouth...snowballing piss!

Another time I met a hot master who beat the hell out of me with a
bullwhip. I loved it! When he was done, he put me on a sawhorse and
brutally paddled my ass. Then he fucked me bareback right in front of
Mikey and the whole group. Heaven!

This after the night that we both came out to each other, a hot summer
night when we were having some beers at the club. I just told Mikey, "Hey
baby, we've got no secrets between us. I love you and you got to see that
I have a powerful attraction to men, always have, and now I'm powerfully
attracted to the leather scene."

I was more than obvious. But I wanted to hear his words.

"Wow, that's really hot," said my boy. "I love you, too and whatever is
good for you I'm all in. We gave each other a kiss and a hug. The kiss
turned into a long, tongue-tangling sex kiss. We went at it for many
minutes, getting into each other. I fondled his beautiful nipples. I
cupped his boy ass cheeks. We were stopped only by the bartender with our
drinks. I wanted Mikey to meet the guys I was having sex with, so when I
brought them to the apartment I made sure they met Mikey because he was
really important to me.

When we got home after this hot make‐out session, I threw him on the
couch. Damn boy, I want you right now. I'm gonna fuck your ass or you're
gonna fuck mine. Right now.

His smile said yes.

We continued our deep kissing. I was about to have full blown sex with my
own boy!

I asked him to get naked so I could worship his gorgeous body. Smooth at
first and then more roughly. When we kissed again, I grabbed his hair and
pulled it hard. I pinched his nipples and wondered if he'd like my nipple
clamps on them. I squeezed his balls and wanted to see him in my ball
parachute with 6 lb. weights. Would my boy piss on me or in my mouth?
Could I reciprocate?"

We were up all night figuring this all out. We're both switches, top and
bottom. This night I was going to top.

At 3:32 am (digital watch) I lubed up to enter my son and fuck him. My
heart was racing. I put the tip of my cock inside him. Then plunged in.

"I'm fucking my own boy!"

Mikey was devoted to his swimming in school and his grades stayed
excellent. The boy was definitely college material and I was really proud
of him. We continued to spend a lot of time together, especially in the
holidays and summers when I pack up the car for a day trip or weekend
away. I just wanted him to know that he was special and I knew how tough
it was growing up without a mother. We often went to Jones Beach, to the
gay section and Mikey always dressed in his tightest black speedos,
intoxicating me. He insisted that I too wear speedos and black being his
favorite color I got a few pairs. Oh, they're not as a skimpy and daring
as my boy liked.

Mikey told me he had some guys he hooked up with it school, but it was
nothing special. I even met one or two, at our apartment, and they were
free to do whatever screwing they wanted to do. Naked was the rule
sometimes at my place and we all knew what the score was so there is no
drama, no stress about sex and having it whenever you needed it and I
think Mikey really felt lucky that way.

Once, Mikey asked me what I liked most about leather and bondage and I
wanted to be as honest as possible with him. I told him that I like to
get flogged whipped because the endorphin rush really just felt so good
and right. And I loved the feeling of surrender as a submissive to the
right kind of dominant master. I told him there was nothing like it,
building trust. It was even more satisfying than this fleeting, phony
feeling of romantic love that so many talk about. But I said to Mikey
that I love these guys, and better, I trusted them...and now him.,

We had just begin our daring relationship

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Luv ya, guys. Mean it.
Would love your responses...but be kind and don't flame me.

Peace out, Dave