Date: Sun, 02 May 2021 21:03:29 -0500
From: niftyboy@scottaz.com
Subject: Sharing My Boyfriend's Dad

u wont b the 1st bf i've shared w my dad

I felt as though I'd been hit in the head with a 2x4 as I read the text
from Dylan again. And again. It was news to me that I was not Dylan's first
boyfriend, but he was my first. Being new at relationships, I wasn't 100%
sure until now he was my bf anyway, or just a fb or fwb or nsa or whatever
other acronym there is. We were barely 14 years old when we met at the
beginning of this school year, our first in high school. Although we had no
classes together, we ended up sitting next to each other at Freshman
Orientation, quickly became friends, and soon discovered that our
attraction was sexual. While he had known for quite some time that he was
gay, I was not so sure, but I knew I liked him and wanted to have sex with
him.

I was several inches taller than Dylan and more than a few pounds heavier
with an athletic build from playing Little League baseball. I discovered in
the showers after my first high school gym class that my dick was bigger
than most of the other boys, which gave me a sudden sense of confidence and
superiority. I did not hesitate to parade my manhood around the locker room
in front of the other Freshman boys and see their envious, and sometimes
hungry, looks. Dylan, on the other hand, seemed to have missed a growth
spurt or two and looked like he should still be in middle school. But I was
attracted to this slim boy; his small dick was adorable and his smooth ass
left me hard and licking my lips.

I was still questioning my sexuality back then but the moment I first
kissed him, I finally knew I was 100% gay. And after sinking my teen cock
balls deep into his hot hole and (too) quickly shooting my first load deep
into him, I was truly happy, perhaps even proud, to be gay. I was awed by
the sight of my own sperm slowly oozing from his smooth pussy, something I
was going see many, many times over the coming months. With practice, I was
eventually able to fuck him for longer periods, holding off shooting my
seed into him until he was begging for it. After breeding him, we would end
up in a classic 69 position, with him licking my cum covered cock and
tasting his own pussy until I shot another load into his mouth, all while I
eagerly slurped my cum out of his freshly fucked hole, being sure to catch
every drop of his sweet boy juice in my mouth when he finally shot his load
out of his little cocklet. We would always finish with some deep kissing,
tasting ourselves in each other's mouth, before napping in a tangle of arms
and legs.

I read the text from Dylan again.

u wont b the 1st bf i've shared w my dad

Dylan was clearly his Dad's son. They looked very much alike although his
Dad was far more masculine and solidly built from years in the construction
business. His parents were divorced, and Dylan and his Dad lived alone in a
nice house with a pool. Living in Phoenix, we were almost always poolside
in our Speedos after school. In the beginning, almost all our sex took
place at Dylan's house, before his Dad got home from work and I rarely saw
him since I would usually be long gone by the time he got home. I was a bit
afraid of him; even though he accepted his gay son, I wasn't so sure how he
felt about his son having sex with me. I assumed his Dad knew I was gay as
well, but I had never told him or anyone else, and I never told anyone
about Dylan.

Eventually, I was brave enough to be around more when his Dad would get
home. The nature of my relationship with Dylan was never mentioned and I
certainly wasn't going to say anything if no one else did. With me hanging
around more, Dylan's Dad started joining us in the pool after work, also
wearing a Speedo. While Dylan's little dick was barely visible in his
Speedo, his Dad sported a large bulge and his shaft and cockhead were
clearly outlined in the thin fabric as they pushed several inches to the
left, leaving little to my imagination. I spent a lot of time with my eyes
on the outline of his Dad's cock. There were times when he was obviously
hard and his Speedo seemed to barely contain him. He caught me looking
several times, but he just smiled, winked at me, and shot his eyes down to
the bulge in my own Speedo. I was often hard and to compensate, I let my
hard cock run to the left just like his Dad's and although my teen shaft
and cockhead were clearly visible too, my 14-year-old cock was no match for
the length and girth of his fully grown adult cock.

His Dad seemed to like me and eventually let me stay the night once or
twice a month. His only rule was that Dylan's bedroom door always had to
remain open, which I interpreted as an acceptance that we were gay and
while we could sleep together, we shouldn't be having sex. Teen boys are
horny boys, so all the open door did was make for some awkward
middle-of-the-night fuck sessions when we thought his Dad was asleep. At
first, I felt the need to be modest, so I wore sweats and a t-shirt to bed,
removing only what was needed for a quick midnight fuck and then
immediately covering back up to sleep. I also had to hold my hand over
Dylan's mouth while I fucked him in an often-futile effort to quiet his
moaning.

As time went by and Dylan's Dad made no comments or enact any other rules,
I worried less about getting caught and started going to bed completely
naked and letting Dylan make all the noise he wanted as I fucked him. Being
naked all night also led to us fucking more; it was usually the first thing
we did when we went to bed and the last thing we did before getting up in
the morning, with at least one middle-of-the-night breeding in
between. There was something exhilarating about fucking with the bedroom
door wide open, with the risk of being caught or having someone watch, and
I was often disappointed that apparently no one was.

I read the text from Dylan again.

u wont b the 1st bf i've shared w my dad

I overheard Dylan and his Dad talking a few times and they said some things
that I couldn't quite hear clearly. It was an ongoing conversation I was
not privy to, which meant that I lacked a lot of context to what they were
saying in the bits and pieces that I heard (or misheard). There were
comments that could have been about me or Dylan or even his Dad, or anyone
else, really: Speedos, bulges, cock sizes, boy pussies, sleeping (fucking?)
in Dylan's room, the bedroom door being open, the sounds of sex, cum
covered sheets, how lucky Dylan was, and his Dad maybe saying he was more
than a little jealous. Or maybe it wasn't any of that at all and I was just
imagining it from a series of unrelated comments that I couldn't really
hear clearly anyway. But whatever it really was, I ended up with the
impression that Dylan's Dad knew a lot more about what was going on in
Dylan's bed than I thought and that his Dad had been checking me out in my
Speedos with the same curious interest as I had when checking him out, and
possibly, just possibly, he had watched us fuck through the open bedroom
door.

Of course, not all their conversations were about Speedos, cocks, and boy
pussy; they also talked about mundane home chores and things like Dylan
visiting his Mom, who lived in Tucson, a couple of hours south of
Phoenix. I had never met her, but Dylan spent every other weekend in
Tucson, which was a nice break for both of us and allowed me to be home
every other weekend, keeping my folks from asking too many
questions. Lately, Dylan's Dad had been making it clear I was welcome to
visit and use the pool even when Dylan was in Tucson, and I distinctly
heard a reference to that in a conversation I overheard. I had not accepted
his offer, primarily because Dylan would not be there to fuck but also
because I became uncomfortably aroused at the thought of being alone with
his Dad, especially if the pool and Speedos were involved.

I read the text from Dylan again.

u wont b the 1st bf i've shared w my dad

Soon after his Dad first suggested I visit even when Dylan was in Tucson, I
began having vivid sex dreams about him. In the dreams, I would be sleeping
alone in Dylan's bed and in the middle of the night, become vaguely aware
that someone had entered the bedroom and as I woke up, suddenly find his
Dad's hard cock staring me in the face.

In the first dream, I looked up into his eyes and he smiled while lightly
brushing my lips with the head of his cock, which was leaking precum. I
licked my lips, tasting his precum, and then slowly opened my mouth,
allowing my wet lips to slide over his cockhead and down his shaft towards
its hairy base. I was surprised at easily I took his full-grown adult cock
in my teen mouth, soon finding my nose buried in his dark pubic hairs just
as his cockhead found the back of my throat. He slowly pulled his daddy
dick out before sliding all the way back in. Over and over he did this, a
little faster each time, until he was fucking my hungry mouth like I fucked
his son's cunt. He suddenly stopped, leaving his cockhead on my tongue to
shoot several blasts of thick, hot daddy seed for me to taste and
swallow. He smiled at me and gently squeezed his shaft upward to his
cockhead to force the last of his daddy sperm into my mouth. "You're a good
boy, Son". Then he turned and left the room.

Another night, the dream started the same, except while I sucked his cock,
he began fingering my boy hole, which got me moaning and oozing a lot of
precum. He wet his fingers in my mouth, then slipped one finger into my
pussy, soon followed by two fingers, and started to open up my virgin
hole. He put his fingers back in my mouth and this time, knowing what he
was doing, sucked hard to pull them further into my mouth to make them as
was wet as I possibly could. "That's a good boy" he said, "show daddy how
horny you are". Returning his fingers to my puckering hole, he quickly went
to three fingers before quietly asking, "are you ready for my Daddy cock,
Son"? I was barely able whimper a feeble "yes Daddy" before he flipped me
on my back and spread my legs, pushing my ankles to my ears to fully expose
my teen pussy to his fully erect adult cock. Soon I felt it pressing
against my boy cunt; he had to force his cockhead past my tight hole, and I
let out a shriek of pain. "Relax baby" he said, and I slowly felt his daddy
dick slide deeper inside of me, still painful but soon followed by
indescribable pleasure. When he was balls deep, he leaned over to find my
lips and pushed his tongue into my mouth, and we kissed deeply. "Do you
like Daddy's cock in your young pussy, Son?" he asked. "Yes, Daddy, I love
how your cock feels inside my pussy!" I answered. He gently kissed me as he
continued to fuck me with deep strokes, and I just I moaned in lustful
pleasure, "oh Daddy, fuck me, breed me Daddy". He slowly accelerated his
pace until he was slamming his cockhead deep, causing his daddy balls to
slap loudly against my ass. After a couple of minutes of pounding, he
grunted loudly as his cock erupted inside me. I could feel his big cock
convulse as he filled me with his hot daddy seed. Pulling out, he smiled at
me while he gently squeezed his shaft upward to his cockhead to force the
last of his daddy sperm onto my now leaking and well used pussy. He dipped
his fingers into my pussy one final time, collecting a generous portion of
daddy sperm and held it to my face. The smell was irresistible, and my
mouth quickly suck his fingers in, licking each finger clean as I looked up
at him watching me. "You're a good boy, Son". Then he got off the bed and
left the room.

I read the text from Dylan again.

u wont b the 1st bf i've shared w my dad

As Memorial Day approached, we had made plans with his Dad to hang out by
the pool and grill burgers and hot dogs. We also talked about how to
celebrate turning 15, since our birthdays were only a few weeks apart
during the summer. Dylan and I continued our long running conversation
about what exactly our relationship was: bf, fb, or fwb? It had not been a
priority to label it since we both were quite content with whatever the
relationship was, but I felt as though now we should figure it out and
share it with his Dad, especially since it appeared he and his Dad might
already be discussing it without me. Dylan seemed to agree, and we started
a plan to discuss our relationship with his Dad over the holiday
weekend. Everything seemed set until a few days before the big
weekend. Dylan's Mom called, and she and his Dad agreed to swap some
weekends over the summer, starting with Memorial Day. It really didn't
matter much to me. One weekend was really no different from another since
school would soon be out for the summer. But Dylan and his Dad were
disappointed, and Dylan apologized to me for ruining the weekend and
delaying our conversation with his Dad about our relationship. I told him
not to worry, that we had many more weekends to come. Dylan went to his
Mom's and on Friday night of Memorial Day Weekend, he texted me:

Dylan: hey stud, i hav an idea 4 the weekend

Me: hows my pussy boi? whats ur idea?

Dylan: i think u should still go and bbq w dad

Me: yeah i dunno, kinda awkward

Dylan: it would be good 4 u 2 spend time w him so he gets 2 kno u bettr

Me: i dunno dylan, ur dad makes me nervous

Dylan: what? why?

Me: he just does. does ur dad like me?

Dylan: of course he does silly

Me: no, i mean does he LIKE like me? is he gay? does he like boys?

Dylan: oooohhh, well thats complicated

Me: explain it 2 me plz

Dylan: not sure i can

Me: i am confused

Dylan: maybe u should go n talk 2 him urself

Me: what about u?

Dylan: what about me?

Me: what if i go 2 talk to him and something happens like i think might
happen?

Dylan: what u want 2 happen?

Me: I dunno

Dylan: its ok whatever happens

Me: whatever happens!? what if he wants me 2 spend the nite?

Dylan: thats ok, whatever u 2 decide

Me: im confused, r u sayin me and ur dad can spend the nite together? me in
his bed, like we do in ur bed?

Dylan: yes

...

...

Dylan: u still there?

Me: yes, just thinkin bout it, very confusing

Dylan: u wont b the 1st bf i've shared w my dad

I felt as though I'd been hit in the head with a 2x4. I read the text from
Dylan again. And again. It was news to me that I was not Dylan's first
boyfriend, but he was my first. And now I had a decision to make. What was
I going to do?