Date: Fri, 16 Sep 2016 13:16:25 -0400 From: Dave Subject: My Son & His Lover(s) It was very hot and humid here in Pennsylvania, but I needed to get some yard work done, and sweat never hurt anyone. I told Sean, my 15-year-old son (who clearly didn't want to spend the afternoon doing yard work), "people PAY to go to saunas to sweat!!" "Daaaaaad...." Anyway, there are a fair number of trees on the property, and some of them are quite old. A couple of years ago, I had a branch of the big oak cut off by a tree service because it was overhanging the house roof. It had 161 rings!!! So the tree itself probably dates back to George Washington!! Anyway, the trees lose branches over the winter and again when storms come through, and I had stacked them up, planning to take care of them earlier this year, but had procrastinated. Now I had a deadline: the township has a "brush collection" scheduled for the next week, and I needed to get rid of them. Besides, it would be "nice" to get to see Sean working up a sweat and stripping down to almost nothing. Wet clothes tend to cling, and, well... I got my wish on both counts. I rehearsed with him how to use the small chain saw, and that meant I leaned over him from behind -- and didn't even have to make excuses about body contact. (I wasn't hard, but I'm surprised!!!) We made fairly good progress, took a few ice-water breaks, and, as I'd hoped, stripped off our shirts and so it ended up just sneakers and shorts. He's a pretty private kid, and I respect that, so I didn't even know what underwear he might be wearing, but since he wasn't flopping around in his gym shorts, I knew he must be. But our shorts were nearly as drenched as our shirts had been, and the outlines of what was underneath became more and more clear. Then something pretty unexpected happened (though it probably shouldn't have been unexpected). We caught each other checking each other out. He blushed. I think I did, too, but "dad-ness" came into play, and I joked, gesturing to his groin, "looks like you're coming along fine down there." He blushed again, and seemed really ill-at-ease. I sat down on the back porch steps and said "okay, we did the sex talk a couple of years ago, and I know you had sex ed. in school, but I think you probably wish you knew more than you do." He didn't say anything. "Right?" He blushed again and almost whispered "yeah." "You can ask me anything, buddy. I've done almost everything you can imagine, and can at least promise you I'll be honest with you, even if it's embarrassing." "You're shitting me, right?" "Nope." And it turns out his so-called sex ed. class never talked about how guys at 14-15-16 spring hardons all the time, and wonder if they're gay if they spring one in the showers at school, seeing other dicks, some of them even half hard, other guys' bare butts, etc. I actually didn't have to get into much that would be embarrassing to me. In fact, I anticipated a lot of his questions and comments. He noticeably relaxed as it became more and more obvious that I was comfortable talking about hardons and jacking off and blowjobs and all that. We really ARE such a prudish society where kids grow up afraid that they're "abnormal" for some of the most normal things there are. We finished up the "father/son" thing and also finished getting the branches and brush to the curb. Then on the way inside, I dropped the bombshell on him: "You should know that when I said I've done all kinds of stuff, I meant it. I'm bi....." "You've done stuff with other guys?" "Well, that's kind of what bi means...." and I laughed. THEN he drops the bombshell on me: "Me, too. Actually, I'm pretty sure I'm gay." I hugged him -- just an arm around his shoulders, really. "Time will tell, but don't expect me to blow you in the shower, Sean." He blushed again!! Then he blushed even more when I added, "Not today, anyway..." But I did get to see him naked and vice versa, when we got to the mud room shower and shucked the rest of our sweaty clothes and threw them into the hamper. And while neither of us was hard, we were both a little chubbed - and he didn't even blush this time when he realized we were both checking each other out – this time naked. * * * * * Three days later, all that brush had been collected. I felt pretty relieved that my procrastination was "solved" for now. I was also thinking that Sean and I had pretty much gotten past that adolescent / parent conflict stage. (Plus I'd seen him naked and chubbed, which had been a fantasy for several years now.) I was working from home, and my wife was out with friends. Sean came by my desk. I sit there a lot. Computer, picture window, ceiling fan, etc. "Can I talk with you?" "Of course." He said "why weren't you shocked when I said I think I'm gay? Did you already think that?" "Don't be insulted, but I think almost every teen guy wonders if he might be gay. And no, I didn't suspect that at all, except that it's kind of a normal thing for guys your age, and then most guys realize they aren't." "So you didn't take it seriously?" "Sean, you are my only son. I love you to death. Of course I took it seriously. It took a lot of guts to say that to me -- and believe me, I'm proud that you could trust me. What I said just now was maybe a stupid attempt to reassure you that it could be real, but it could also be a phase like a lot of guys go through, but what I didn't say clearly was that I love you no matter what." And then I hugged him full on -- chest to chest, heads twined around each other, hands rubbing backs. We both boned up and we both noticed that, and when we pulled apart, we looked each other in the eye and grinned. It was like we'd shared a secret. And then he said, "wanna meet my boyfriend? -- Well, you already know him, but you don't know he's my boyfriend." "Hell, yeah! --- but ONLY if he's okay with me knowing." I ran through his guy friends in my mind, and wondered who it was. I narrowed it down to two likely ones. I think I actually narrowed it down to the two that I'd pick to get naked and hard with. Sean was texting as I was thinking, and suddenly interrupted me to say "he told me he's coming over and he's glad if you know about us. And Dad, thanks for being so cool about this stuff." "Hey, Sean, that's why I make the big bucks!!" He laughed and said, "I bet you can't guess who it is." "I have a few ideas, but..." And then the doorbell rang. I thought that the boyfriend must live pretty close by to get here that quickly. Sean ran to answer it and I waited. And then I saw Tyler, the son of our back-door neighbors. He graduated from high school last year, I think. We're all pretty friendly in this neighborhood. Waving at each other, talking about the weather, the dogs, etc. For years, I'd also been watching Tyler mow the lawn, perving on him, wishing he'd go commando so I could see it swinging, even if was hidden. So we "knew" each other, but after Sean led him in, we were all kind of embarrassed, considering that this was the first time we met knowing what we knew now. I greeted him, of course. We said the typical stuff to each other. He tried to call me "Mr." and I told him he should drop that and just call me Dave. Sean looked at me expectantly, and I didn't want him to be any more nervous than he already was. I think he realized that none of us quite knew how to start the obvious... I felt strange, because I figured this good-looking 19-year-old was fucking my boy. I didn't KNOW, but that was my first thought. Probably because I knew that if I were in his place, that's what I'd be doing.... Sean picked up on the vibe and said, "Dad, don't worry!" Then Tyler said, "I'm not molesting him, Mr... um, Dave. In fact, it's almost the other way around." I looked at Sean, and he blushed. "He asked me to." "To what?" "Fuck him." I laughed a nervous laugh and said "so you didn't need my sex ed. talk from the other day...." He laughed and said, "well, yeah, it helped, but mostly it made me feel like I could trust you." I gave him another full-on hug. But then embarrassed him (yet again) when – still holding him with one arm, I said to Tyler, "Was he any good?" Sean blushed even more - I don't make him blush on purpose - honest!!! Tyler looked a little shocked at first and also blushed - I think he didn't expect that kind of question from Sean's dad - but I put my other arm around his shoulders, and he relaxed. "He was great." "I guess I'll have to try him out myself - just to be sure, you know." And then suddenly we were all laughing. When we would start to calm down, someone would look at someone else, and the laughter would start again, so that lasted a while. When we finally settled down, all that initial tension had disappeared. We talked about some ordinary stuff. At some point, Sean said "see, I told you he's cool about this shit"; Tyler grinned at me. I got them some iced tea. And then they both hugged me and left. I found myself hoping they were going to celebrate. I sat down. I wondered how they first got together sexually. I wondered if they noticed that I got hard holding them. I wondered if Tyler would let me fuck him too – or if he'd fuck me. (I noticed he had a pretty respectable bulge when I "accidentally" looked at the front of his shorts...) I wondered what Sean would think if that happened. And now, even more than before, I wondered if Sean would fuck me, too. I'd dropped some pretty obvious hints about blowing him and getting fucked by him. He's too smart not to have picked up on that. So I kept wondering... I laughed when I heard myself saying out loud, "Tyler can't have ALL the fun..." * * * * * My mother-in-law had called to tell my wife that her dad's dementia was getting to be too much to handle at home, and it was time to get him into a nursing home. She wanted Nancy (my wife) to be there to help with the transition. She was one of the few people her dad still recognized, and her mom also needed some emotional support and someone to talk with about "what now." So a few days after the "coming out" of Sean and Tyler as boyfriends, and me being absolutely the coolest Dad on Earth, Sean and I were on our own for a couple of weeks. I'm not a bad cook, and neither Sean nor I are very picky, so that part was easy. But there was a bit of a sexual dynamic going on. His courage in coming out and introducing Tyler as his boyfriend, and my admitting to being bi and dropping some pretty obvious hints about sexual interest in him, were all very recent "history" and with Nancy gone, there was plenty of opportunity, and I think we were both wondering if something was going to happen. Then something did. Tyler came over when Sean was at swim practice. (He was on a community team, and a high school team.) I told Tyler he wasn't home, and Tyler nodded and said that he just wanted to talk with me "kind of private." I said sure, and we went to the room that I call my "office" - a desk, my computer, the picture window that lets me see the birdbath and all that. It has two comfortable chairs. We sat down. "You are about the most amazing guy, Dave. The way you didn't just 'accept' Sean and me, but even made us laugh. I can't believe you're real, but you are, and I don't even know what to say, except 'thanks'." Now it was my turn to blush. "He's my son. I love him." "So do I." Tyler went on a bit. I asked how they got involved. He told me they were in the changing room at the community pool and when they "caught" each other checking out each other's dicks, they both boned up. They hadn't gone there together, but recognized each other as neighbors. He said they agreed to go together the next day, and that was when they deliberately got hard in front of each other in the changing room. He said Sean was the first one to "touch." I was obviously getting hard and so was Tyler, as he relived that experience. "Sean told me you're bi. I guess you knew he'd tell me." "Yeah, but I also figured you noticed on your own that I checked you out and got hard hugging you both." "And I also didn't miss when you joked that you might have to try Sean's fucking ability out." "To be honest, I'm a little jealous of you." And then added, "Plus, I've perved on you since you were about 14." He laughed and said he wished he'd known he could get a blowjob right next door. Then he added, "And by the way, he's not some obsessive top guy. He's been telling me I can't fuck him yet. He wants you in him first. Then if you do that, I guess all hell breaks loose. He is like a zillion times hornier than I am." He's groping himself now. At first I'm dumbfounded. Here I thought I had this shy kid who blushed about everything sexual - and now Tyler's telling me he's even worse than I was as a kid. (I mean, I was one of the most popular kids in scout camp. One time I did five guys in a row in the shower room.) Tyler is still groping himself and I hear myself saying, "So do I finally get to blow you or do you want to fuck me or get fucked or blow me?" "All of the above." "I don't want to cum first. I take longer to recycle than you guys." "Sounds fine with me" as he dropped his shorts and boxers. I no longer had to wonder what he had between his legs. It was about 7 inches of cut cock above some very appealing balls. His shaft was almost smooth. Lots of veins, but it was almost like his dick was carved out of marble. "I want to taste your cum, Ty. I want you in my ass, too, but I want to taste you first." And then I had it in my mouth and he was pumping it hard. I think his fingers were laced together behind my head as he actually didn't have to force more into my mouth. It didn't take long before I remembered how to relax and breathe through my nose, and let him in. I just hoped he remembered not to shoot straight into my throat. I wanted to taste it. Then I heard the front door open and close and Sean yell, "Hey, guys. I'm home." (Why did he say "guys" instead of just "Dad"?) Ty pulled halfway out plunged back in and shot a huge load. I couldn't swallow it all, so a lot of it was on my face and dribbling down my chin. But I did love the taste. And that's when Sean walked in. It was really obvious. Ty's cum all over me, both of us naked, Ty's dick still rubbing across my face. "Hey man, you're early. He didn't even get to fuck me yet." * * * * * "Dad, don't worry. We kind of set this up so you could get off, too. Sorry if it seems too weird, but we talked about it, and we wanted you to be "with" us somehow. It feels confusing sometimes, but actually, I think we're all horny about each other." "Your dad didn't get off yet. I kind of took advantage of a blowjob." "Shit man, he never even blew me yet." I'm sitting there with Ty's cum drying on my face and they're talking about me... I do one of those "excuse me, but I'm actually here" coughs. And then Sean says, "Dad, I want you to be the first in my ass. I think you want to do it too, but even if you don't, please do it." He pulled off his shorts, and then pulled off his speedos. He bent over with his ass right in front of my face. I tasted a little chlorine as I licked his pucker. He said "Ty, go get the lube." "Dave, can I fuck you while you fuck Sean?" "Ask Sean." "Can I?" "Shit man, we are all in this together, aren't we? I just want my dad to be first up my ass. I'd kind of like it if you're in him at the same time. Okay, Dad?" "Oh, yeah. I promised Ty if I could taste him, he could fuck me..." "I love his cum, too, Dad. I hope you love mine, too. But first I want you in me..." "I've fantasized about fucking you since you were around 11, Sean. You were an early bloomer and SO sexy. But when I saw you developing a nice dick, I fantasized even more about YOU fucking ME." He looked down at me. "And you won't be my first, but you WILL be the one I remember for the rest of my life." "Sean, your dad is too fucking amazing. He loves you so much. And he actually gives a shit about me, too. And not just for my dick. He's the only adult in my life that treats me like I matter..." And at that point, I started to cry. I mean, my son wants me to fuck him, and I want him to fuck me, and Ty just got finished cumming all over my face, and I'm hard as a rock, and I'm crying. Sean started crying too. And then Tyler. Finally Sean said, "I think I discovered what love is." I didn't fuck Sean that day, and he didn't fuck me, either. We held each other tight and for the first time, kissed like lovers do. Tyler actually kissed me before he and Sean went upstairs. I kissed him back. I held him to me. We were all hard again. It didn't matter. I sit, not quite finished crying. As I start to let fatigue overcome me and drift off, remembering fragments... "I think I discovered what love is..." "He's the only adult in my life that treats me like I matter." Oh, man, how am I gonna live up to this??? And then, "hey! I didn't get fucked..." * * * * * At some point in the middle of the night, I wake up to what I know is NOT the dogs in my bed. Sean's voice says, "we told you we wanted you to be part of us." Ty's voice says, "we love you, Dave. And don't cry again, because if you do, we will too, and we'll all get soft again." "So Dad, I already told you, I want Ty to fuck me, but not be the first. Somehow I have to get you in me, even if it means tying you down and sitting on it." I kind of laugh and so do they. "Hey, you're my only kid. When have I ever turned you down?" We all laugh again, but it's dark, and they're moving around on the bed. I'm so used to the dogs doing that when Nancy's not there, but this is different. A body straddles me. I feel a hard dick poke my stomach. A slippery hand on my own very erect dick... Sean's voice saying, "okay -- now" And then he slides down on me almost effortlessly. "You're sure I'm first up there? You took me like a pro." "Dad, I've been saving that for you. Fingers and carrots and cucumbers, yeah, but YOU are the first whose dick is in me and I hope is gonna cum in me." My voice: "Ty, can you turn on the lamp there. I want Sean and me to see each other making love." * * * * * Again, I was astonished at how assertive Sean, the blushing boy, can be. Must take after me more than I ever realized. We didn't stay long in the "Sean fucking himself on my dick" position, but even as we maneuvered around we rarely stopped gazing in each others' eyes. It had been a long time since I felt like this -- a wonderful mix of passion and patience, wanting so much to make "our" first time to be memorable. We weren't fucking. We were genuinely making love. All too soon, with all my built up sexual energy from earlier -- blowing Ty and "making out" with both of them -- I came inside Sean in what felt like one of those explosive ejaculations of my teen years. "FINALLY, Dad! I love you so much!" And then I realized he and I must have cum at about the same time. I scooped some of his cum off of his belly and ate it and then he leaned up, licked his cum off of my fingers, I leaned down, and then we kissed again. "I wish I'd lasted longer. I love making love with you." Sean grinned at Tyler, and then winked at me. "Oh, I heard somewhere that practice makes perfect." We all laughed again, and I saw Ty standing near the bed, hard as a rock, probably feeling out of place -- or at least left out. "Hey, Ty. Seems like I'm the only one here who hasn't been fucked, and I suspect I'd love you in me -- if Sean doesn't mind." "Dad, right about the time you and Ty finish up, I should be ready to go again. You up for both of us?" "Definitely!"