Date: Wed, 10 Jun 2020 19:32:54 +0000 (UTC)
From: T. J. <tj_on_nifty@yahoo.com>
Subject: Two for the Price of One

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Incest -- Authoritarian.

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I was just getting to the end of my workout, spending some time on the
treadmill when I saw that perfect arse. Straight ahead in my line of sight
a young guy bent over to change some settings, it looked hard as a rock and
perfectly shaped. I nearly fell over, and even once I'd steadied myself I
couldn't stop myself from enjoying the view. When he stood up I could see
the rest of his body - he was very young, still working on getting his body
into shape, but there was practically no fat as far as I could see. His
arms were perfectly smooth and with definition which he was clearly
chiselling into shape. I tried to focus on my own workout, but every so
often my eyes would involuntarily flick back to him.

My time was up, I took a few swigs of water and headed to the changing
room. As I stood in the shower, water flowing over my head. I couldn't
shake the image from my mind, whatever I did, that perfect arse with shorts
stretched over it was all I could see. I cleared the water from my eyes so
I could open them - I was careful as I noticed that there was somebody else
in the showers, he was facing away from me but I could see a pert tight
arse. Then he turned round - it was the same guy. I turned away to he
wouldn't see me perving over him.

"You sure you want to turn away? seemed to like what you saw before."

"Huh?"

Instinctively I turned round. Now he was facing me - I had a perfect view
of his body. His chest was like his arms, smooth and with the beginnings of
muscle definition; below that he had a gorgeous six-pack. There was a small
patch of pubes, with a sweet uncut cock resting on top of the balls
below. He smiled at me - at least he wasn't pissed off at having an older
guy perving over him. Then he walked over and kissed me - wow I couldn't
believe what was happening. But this was a public space, I broke the kiss.

"Want to come back to my place? It's more private than here."

"You close?"

"Yeah - just a couple of minutes away."

"Sweet - my dad's at home, so couldn't go there."

"Dad?"

"Yeah - don't worry, I'm 18, you're not about to get arrested..."

We left the showers and dried off and dressed as quickly as we could. The
moment that we were through my front door, our lips locked again. I reached
down and felt his cock - he was just wearing trackies, and I could tell he
was hard already. I dropped to my knees, briefly nuzzled through the
fabric, then I pulled the waistband down - his cock flopped out, I
swallowed it immediately. I'd guess at 7 inches, I got the whole thing in
my mouth quickly and worked up and down. He rested his hands on my head and
started to guide me in and out - this made me moan deeply. He senses that I
had a pretty strong submissive side, and immediately took over. Soon the
hands weren't guiding me, they were holding me so that he could fuck my
face. His cock was rapidly pounding my throat, from the sound of his moans
he was getting close. He decided he wasn't ready and pulled out, I
immediately went to work on his balls - he shaved his sack, and as I
nuzzled, kissed, licked, and sucked at it.

Then we went through to my bedroom - he quickly pulled off his clothes and
lay on the bed, legs wide open. I pulled off my clothes too and crawled
on. I worked on his cock and balls, then lifted his legs and rimmed his
hole. Throughout he moaned, but then made sure I wasn't getting the wrong
idea.

"Enjoy the rimming, but you're not about to fuck that hole."

"No way - my hole's your hole."

"Fuck yeah, bitch. Let's get on with it."

I pulled back, staying on all fours, arse pointing up. He went round, he
rimmed me quickly, then played with my hole, pushing a couple of fingers
inside and pulling them around to make sure I was ready. I passed him some
lube from the night-stand, I think some went onto his cock, but it was
clear that my comfort wasn't his main concern.

I felt his cock resting against my hole, but it only rested there for a
brief moment before he started to push inside. It only took two attempts to
get the whole of his cock deep in me - I felt his balls against my
arse. Soon he started fucking, quickly building up the pace and within a
minute he was banging my arse properly and fully. He may have been young,
but certainly knew what he was doing; he swapped between rapid hard
fucking, and slower fucking going the full length of his cock. He worked up
to the verge of cumming a couple of times, but stopped right on the edge -
he would freeze, his cock totally still until he was ready to get going
again. As he noticed my response he started to talk dirty to me, calling me
his bitch, telling me how he was taking me and making me into his...he had
sensed that I was a sub, and his dominant side was coming out rapidly.

As he picked up the pace again, I could tell this was going to be the final
time. He just got harder and harder, faster and faster. - there was no
going back this time. Things got more and more intense as he got closer to
the edge. Then with a final shout, he grabbed at my hips and plunged as
deep inside me as he could, then froze his body as his cock erupted inside
my arse. Once he was spent, he pulled out and pushed his cock into my mouth
- I sucked the remaining cum out, and liked all of my arse juices off. Once
he was done, I grabbed his clothes and dressed quickly as I lay on the bed.

"Sweet arse you've got there."

That was it, he walked out without even saying good-bye.

I lay there for a a few minutes - my arse was spent, I felt filled and
thoroughly fucked. Then I suddenly remembered that I had a dinner party I
was due at - I quickly showered and dressed.

To be honest, I wasn't overly keen on the dinner, but it was with one of my
oldest friends. We'd met at university and had stayed close ever since. He
wasn't the problem, it wasn't even his wife - she was a damned fine cook -
it was more the whole couples thing. I seemed to be their only gay friend,
and their only single friend too - the conversation would be all very
interesting...as long as you were part of a young married couple.

As I pulled I was a bit late, but not so much that it would seem rude. I
gave Andy a man-hug when he opened the door, everybody else was there
having drinks - yes, they were all straight couples. But then we went
through to eat, I noticed there was a spare space next to me - not sure
what it was about - but just as we finished the gazpacho the doorbell
rang. The seat was now taken - a new guy came through, Philip. My gaydar
went off immediately, I didn't need to ask any questions to know that this
was a set-up - and clearly he knew too. Without saying anything, we made a
silent pact not to give them the satisfaction of knowing whether it worked,
but quietly swapped mobile numbers.

As I fell asleep that night I thought it had been a seriously good day. A
damned fine fucking, from a damned horny cock; and then who knows what
would happen with this new guy. I wanked off thinking about it, the load
still in my arse, then fell asleep with a big smile on my face.

It was just before I took my lunch-break at work the next day that I had a
text arranging to meet for a coffee a couple of days later. It had been a
couple of years since I'd had a proper boy-friend, and even longer since
I'd tried to date - I was somewhat nervous, I should have had low
expectations, it was just a set-up and part of me reckoned that both of us
were meeting just to satisfy some straight friends who thought we'd go well
together just because we were both gay...but somehow, there was something
deep in my stomach making nervous. Fortunately when we met, I could tell
that he was as nervous as I - this made me relax somewhat...but I was still
far from totally calm.

We met after work, both grabbing a coffee rather than the more suggestive
alcohol. We chatted easily enough, swapping much of our histories - he was
a widower, having married young and having been totally faithful to his
wife until she died about three years ago - it was soon after that he had
come out to his two sons that he was bisexual, and had decided to stay
faithful to his wife by never going near another woman - so it was that he
was exploring his gay side. He didn't say explicitly, but it was clear that
he'd slept with a couple of guys and hadn't liked the sense of being used
for sex rather than building a relationship - I certainly wasn't about to
get a quickie out of him.

He was fifteen years older than me, 46 to my 31; but he looked after
himself, even though it was covered up by his clothes I could see he had a
trim waist and worked out chest. I had no idea what was inside his
trousers...but I was already getting hopeful at finding out in due
course. He wasn't `gorgeous', but was certainly not ugly - despite both
being nervous, we enjoyed each other's company and conversation was relaxed
and easy. When we went our separate ways we weren't about to try and rip
each other's clothes off, but were both keen to meet again. This wasn't a
relationship, but it might well turn into a friendship - at the time my
preference would probably have been fuck-buddies, but that seemed to be off
the table.

A couple of days later, I was back at the gym for a session after work when
I saw him again. That sweet arse came into view again, this time he didn't
wait to meet me in the showers - he walked past me, and told me to
follow. I couldn't do anything other than follow. As soon as we were in the
changing room he turned to me.

"I want that arse, bitch - let's get going."

There wasn't any way to respond other than to grab my bag and leave with
him. If anything this time he was rougher than before. He knew I was
submissive and he could be as dominant as he wanted. When we got to my
place, he went straight through to the bedroom - we were both in gym kit,
and both had worked up a sweat before things got started. He dropped his
shorts and I couldn't do anything other than drop to my knees and start to
sniff at his jock-strap - fuck, the scent of his manliness was
over-powering.

"Strip off, bitch."

He was a man of few words - but they were effective. I practically ripped
my gym clothes off and stood naked in front of him - my cock was already
fully hard.

"Sweet body man...just for my fun too."

He had pulled off his remaining clothes too - except for the jock, he saw
how I'd enjoyed it.  He pointed to his feet, and dropped to the floor and
kissed them and sucked on his toes. Then he pulled me up, and I moved onto
the jocked cock. I was hypnotised by the smell, sucking out the sweat which
now impregnated the jock. He turned over and I got to work on his arse -
there was more sweat here, more scent., more hypnotising. He wanted more
body worship before I'd get the cock - I worked up over his body, there had
been a thin layer of sweat across his body, I kissed and licked the whole
thing. I ended up in his arm-pits - wow they were powerful, I could have
stayed in there all day.

Now I'd won the chance to work his cock properly. At first I was working it
through the jock, but soon that came off and I got to lick and suck it
properly. I slobbered my way up and down the shaft - it became my sole
focus, the rest of the world might as well not have existed. I have no idea
how long I worked on it, but eventually he decided that things were going
to move on. This time he didn't bother to prepare my arse - he took the
view that the copious quantities of spit that I'd put on his cock were
enough.

It took less than five second between pushing off his cock to being pushed
right to the hilt in my arse. The fucking was rough and hard. He held my
body hard as he rammed in and out - I was being used for his pleasure,
there was no concern for me or my pleasure at all. A couple of times he
paused from fucking my arse, and turned his attention to my throat fucking
that as hard as my arse, before going back to the arse. Eventually he
decided it was time to finish off, the rhythm built up - his cock pounding
in and out of my arse, faster and faster. Finally he started to pump me
full of his seed. When he was spent he lay back on my bed, I gently licked
and sucked his cock - some sweet sweet cum, and plenty of my arse scent on
there too. When I was done I lay down next to him, my head resting on his
six-pack. Once he'd had chance to catch his breath again, he got up and
walked in the direction of my bathroom.

"Shower's through here?"

"Yeah."

I noticed he didn't ask if he could use it. I heard the shower start up,
and went to fetch him a fresh towel. Soon he came back out, he barely
noticed me as he dressed - but before going he turned to me.

"That's a sweet arse you've got there - I reckon I want some more of
it. Give me your number."

We swapped numbers, it was clear I was his bitch. Before going he grabbed
me and pulled me in for a kiss - it didn't last long, but it was enough
attention to get me hard again. He slapped my cock and arse as he left. I
collapsed back on my bed and wanked off twitching my arse to remind me of
the cock which had been in there just a few moments earlier.

Over the next couple of weeks, we fucked again a few times - each time he'd
text me telling me when he was horny, if possible I'd be naked at home
ready for him. Other than a quick kiss at the beginning and end of each
session there was no affection and no reciprocity - I was there to be
used. There was no hint of a desire for a relationship either, I didn't
even know his name.

Things sort of moved on with Philip too. We met a couple of times, but to
say things went slowly was an understatement. I assumed that we were just
becoming friends and nothing more. We'd had drinks together a few times,
never a hint of anything romantic or sexual - that was fine, I was getting
plenty of sex and wasn't after a relationship. Then one night as we left
the pub where we'd met for drinks, Philip put his hand on my arm and gave a
gentle tug - without warning he leant in and kissed me. He pulled back
rapidly.

"Sorry - don't know what came over me."

"No need to apologise - that was a good kiss." I tried to pull him in for
another, but he pulled back, then made a quick dash for a passing taxi.

The next day he sent me a text apologising, again. I replied saying that I
enjoyed the kiss...but more deeply it made me think about him. Maybe he was
properly interested in me, rather than just as a friend - if so, even
though I wasn't planning a relationship, I might well be interested. I sent
him another text suggesting a coffee - keep things calm and gentle so as
not to scare him.

He looked sheepish when we met. But by now I was pretty much smitten, it
just made him look hotter and sweeter.

"Look, I don't know what happened last time, I'd probably had a couple too
many drinks, and I just moved..."

"Look Philip, that was one of the sweetest kisses I've ever had. I don't
know whether it shows what's going on underneath - but I'm definitely happy
to have another kiss, and more too if it's on offer. I know you're being
cautious, I understand it. I'm happy to go slowly if that's what you want
or need - but I've been thinking about it, and I'm up for as much as you
want."

I hadn't been looking at him as I said that, I slowly moved my eyes
upwards, Philip was staring at me.

"Do you really mean that?"

If I was totally honest, I didn't realise what I was saying until the words
came out...but having said it, I was never more sure of anything.

"Every single word - give me some broken glass to crawl over, and if you're
at the other end and I'll give it a go."

We went back to my place, it was the first time he'd been there, we sat on
the sofa and started to kiss. Starting gently, but getting more and more
passionate - I ran my hands over his body, it was firm to the touch,
everything I'd guessed was true. My hand went downwards, I found out that
his cock was hard - but from his reaction I knew that wasn't somewhere I
was supposed to go and so I backed off. It turned into our first proper
date - we got a film up on Netflix and Philip rested in my arms as we
watched it. We had another kiss just before he left.

Less than five minutes after he left, a text arrived.

"Is my arse ready for a fucking?"

I was half-way through replying that it was - after all I was horny and
ready to get fucked...but then, I realised it wouldn't be right. I didn't
know quite what was happening with Philip, but whatever it was, sex with
somebody else would definitely be cheating. Before I had replied another
text arrived.

"I'm just round the corner - you free?"

"We should talk."

The doorbell went, he noticed that I was dressed as I opened the door.

"No arse for me I guess."

"Afraid not - sorry to do this, but I thought what we had was no-strings
fun...well the thing is, I've met a guy and things are getting serious
now. It's not like I don't want to get fucked, and your cock's fucking
amazing...but at the moment I think I'm a taken man."

"Well, you've got a sweet arse - I enjoyed it, and I'd love to have
more...but like you said, it was all no-strings." If he was really sad his
face didn't show it. He gave my arse a slap as he left. "If this becomes
free again, let me know."

As he walked away my arse twitched, knowing what it was missing...but I
couldn't feel sad, I thought I was getting something so much more with
Philip.

A few days later I went out with Philip again - we had dinner together, I
enjoyed conversation with him so much, it just flowed easily. When we had
finished eating, I noticed a glint in his eye.

"We're not that far from your place are we?"

"Five minutes walk at most I'd guess...shall I get the bill?"

As we walked, I noticed that we were physically closer to each other than
before. I decided to push things and took Philip's hand - he didn't pull
away, I loved the feeling, and the advert to the world.

We soon arrived, as I closed the door behind us I asked if he wanted
coffee. But then as I turned round and saw the look on his face, I could
tell that coffee wasn't part of the plan.

We kissed, there was a passion there which I'd never seen in Philip. His
hands ran over my body, he untucked my shirt and ran his hands inside -
even the gentle touch was like a shot of electricity. I followed his hint,
and soon both of our shirts were on the floor. I pulled him through to the
bedroom - this gave me chance to check out his body. It was damned fine -
this wasn't a typical 46 year-old body. There was a patch of hair on his
chest which slightly hid the muscle definition, but there were still clear
pecs the six-pack was slightly fading but still hinted at.

I could see that he was checking me out too. I was no gym-bunny, but I knew
I could be proud of my body. I had a pretty decent six-pack and chiseled
pecs. We kissed again, this time my hands went downwards and started to
open his belt then pushed his trousers down. He let out a small gasp as my
hands moved over his arse, had I pushed things too far? Fortunately he
responded by opening my jeans and pushing them down. We broke for a moment
to get our shoes and socks off - I looked up at him, his legs were slim
rather than muscled, with a light dusting of hair...but like the rest of
him, I found the whole thing totally gorgeous. Looking up, he had a pair of
tight boxer-briefs on, inside them there was a large and clearly hard cock
- I was already hoping where it would end up.

He lay on the bed, and I climbed on top - chest to chest, kissing more and
more. I moved down, kissing his chest as I went. I pulled his boxers down,
and paused for a moment to drink in the sight of his cock. Then diving in,
I licked up the whole length in a single move, then went onto the balls -
they were large, like a pair of plums. Kissing, licking, and sucking them;
then I started with the head, playing with my tongue I could tell I was
driving him mad. A bead of pre-cum appeared and I licked it off. Then I
started to swallow his manhood; I took the whole length into my throat. He
moaned deeply, I worked his cock hard. He warned me that he was getting
close, I pulled off he lay there breathing deeply. We kissed again.

"That was sweet - my turn now."

He pulled my boxers down, and quickly went to work. It was clear that he
was less experienced than I, but there was no lack of enthusiasm or
desire. I started to get close to cumming quickly, there was something
about Philip that drove me wild. Scared that I'd end things too quickly, I
pulled him up to my mouth again.

"Want to fuck?" I asked.

His face dropped somewhat. "Sorry, I tried it once before, my arse just
didn't like it."

"Good job I'm a total bottom."

"You want me to fuck you?"

"Absolutely. Harder the better."

I passed him some lube and he started to get his cock ready, while I rubbed
some lube into my hole. He pointed himself at my hole and pushed gently,
when nothing happened he started to push harder and harder - still very
gently though. Eventually he got hard enough to push inside me - I could
tell this was the first time he'd fucked as a top, I could also tell he was
loving it.

Soon instinct took over, and he started fucking my arse properly. I moaned
deeply as I worked me, he started to get the hint and went harder. He
wasn't a natural Dom, but he clearly enjoyed being a top. A few times, he
would calm things down for a while, grabbing at my cock - this was hard as
a rock throughout. After a while I pulled off and turn over to lay on my
back, legs in the air. This time he pushed in straight away - we looked
into each other's eyes as we fucked. He bent over and kissed me, with his
cock deep inside me.

He crossed the boundary, knowing that he was going to cum he started to
pick up the pace. Fucking me more and more - we stared at each other. From
his eyes alone I could tell how close he was getting. Suddenly he shouted
out as he pushed deep inside me; this pushed me over the limit too, and my
cock started to spurt cum all over my abs - I'd never cum from fucking
alone before.

Philip pulled out and lay down next to me on the bed, he was shocked when I
leapt into action and cleaned his cock. Once he was clean, we lay next to
each other, kissed some more, and rested in each other's arms. We hadn't
planned it, but we both fell asleep and he ended up spending the night.

From then on things went like a dream. The next week I spent every evening
with Philip; we fucked every time, and several nights he slept over at my
place. We were like young-lovers, giggling at each other over everything -
I don't think that my smile faded for a single moment.

One night, after fucking, we lay next to each other..

"I think we need to take the next step."

"What step is that? I mean, you've had my arse several times..."

"My sons. My eldest is back from university next week, the other one still
lives at home - they know I've met you, I think it's time you met."

I'd actually forgotten that he was a father. Certainly it made sense, we
were getting serious, why wouldn't we meet. He told me a bit about his
sons, Jake was 21 and in his final year at university; Zeke was 18 and just
finishing school, not sure what to do at university yet. They'd both
accepted his being bi without batting an eyelid, and had seemed to accept
him getting a male partner too.

I was going to go round to his house for supper with both his sons there. I
got a taxi round, Philip had made it clear I wasn't going to be spending
the night and wouldn't be able to drive back for myself after a few
drinks. I stood at the door, my heart beating wildly - finally I steeled
myself enough to ring the doorbell.

The door opened soon, a young guy stood there - a slim 6 footer with a
killer smile.

"Hey - you must be Andrew. Jake here." He held out his hand and we shook. I
walked in as Philip dashed out of the kitchen. We hugged in a bizarrely
unromantic way.

"For pity's sake Dad." We both looked at Jake. "He's your bloody
boy-friend, give the man a kiss."

We both blushed, but had a quick kiss. Philip got me a drink, I certainly
needed one, while Zeke went to fetch his brother. I heard them both coming
downstairs together walking in behind Jake was a familiar face - here was a
guy who'd fucked me several times, here was that guy I first met in the
gym.

The meal went badly, Jake tried hard to make things work, but Zeke and I
both felt totally awkward. Philip could tell something was wrong, he looked
crushed by the whole event. I left as soon as I could without being rude -
I didn't know what to do or to say. I pretended everything was fine, but
Philip could see through the façade, even if he didn't know what the
problem was.

That night I cried into my pillow - things had been going so well, but I
thought I'd screwed it up because I was desperate for a few shags from
Zeke. But now I'd been fucked by both father and son. Now this potential
relationship with Philip was done.

The next few days were horrid, I was busy at work, but totally unfocused -
I hate to think how many mistakes I was making. My mobile had loads of
missed calls and texts from both Philip and Zeke - I deleted the texts
without reading.. I arrived home from work, as I walked from my car Philip
appeared out of nowhere.

"We need to talk."

"Sorry, work's been crazy mad..."

"Rubbish - Zeke spoke to me this morning. I know what went on between you."

I walked in, but left the door open for Philip to follow.

"I'm so sorry - I had no idea he was your son, there's no way I'd do
anything like that. I met him before you, there was nothing emotional
there..."

"I looked at the dates that Zeke gave me. I looked at the dates we spent
together. It seems to me you dumped him as soon as things looked serious
between us." He paused. "Yeah, the whole thing's screwed up - but you
didn't do anything wrong."

I looked up, Philip's eyes were filled with tears - mine were too.

"Philip - these past few days have been horrid, I'm so sorry to do this to
you...I never wanted to hurt you...in fact, if there's something I've
learnt, it's that I'm in love now."

We hugged deeply - there was so much nervous energy being released. We
ended up falling asleep in each other's arms.

We were too sore from sleep on the sofa for anything fun the next morning,
but we showered together, then kissed a few times before we both went off
to work. That evening Philip texted me inviting me round the next evening -
Jake had gone back, but it gave another chance to try things out with Zeke.

Things started off awkward, but as everything was in the open, and as Zeke
and I were both keen to make things work for Philip's sake, by the end of
the meal we were relaxed. He was actually a charming guy, not just a hard
cock and rough fuck - Philip could be proud of his son. It made me sad that
I hadn't got to know Jake last time...hopefully things would go well and
I'd get to know them both. Once the meal was finished, Zeke cleared the
dishes then pleaded school work to go up to his room - I guessed he was
giving us some space.

I certainly hadn't planned or expected anything sexual to happen - at the
same time, having been separated for a while I was horny as hell...and it
became clear that Philip was too.

He passed me a whisky as I flopped on a sofa - he sat next to me with his
own glass. We hadn't got more than a couple of sips done before his hands
started to make the journey along my thigh towards my crotch.

"What about Zeke - might he come down?"

"Good point, don't want to scare him."

He pulled me up, and we climbed the stairs trying to be quiet to sneak into
his bedroom. It was like the classic tale in reverse. One thing led to
another - within a few moments we were both naked on his bed. There was so
much tension being released through the sex - Philip fucked me harder than
ever before. He kept grabbing at my cock, we kissed loads, all of this with
his cock buried deep inside me. When we finally climaxed we'd been fucking
for a couple of hours - we just collapsed in each other's arms and fell
asleep.

The next morning was a Saturday, so we could relax in bed together. I
needed to take a piss, and so went to Philip's bathroom - what I didn't
notice was that as I was out of the room, Zeke had come in. Being an all
male household, apparently they often walked into each other's room, nobody
had planned that I was going to stay over, and Zeke didn't expect it
either. When I walked back into the room from the bathroom Zeke was sitting
on the end of Philip's bed.

He whistled appreciatively as he saw me.

"That's a sight I remember well."

I blushed and slipped into the bed next to Philip. Both Philip and I were
naked, Zeke had a pair of shorts on but no top...I decided to retort.

"Pretty good sight this end too - though a bit more covered up."

"Wouldn't want to embarrass Dad."

Philip took my side. "Why would it bother me? It's not like we're prudish
at home."

Zeke stood up and dropped the shorts - he wasn't wearing boxers. He didn't
seem bothered about being naked in the least. He sat down again on the bed.

"I have to say, it's so sweet seeing you together. You make a great
couple...even if it does mean I miss out on the fun I was having."

"I'm sure you can find something to replace it. I mean, you're a damned hot
guy."

"Yeah - but there's nothing like having a familiar guy - you get to know
each other, and what works well. But then guys want a relationship and all
of that jazz - I'm too busy with school work for any of that. Coming and
fucking you was perfect from my point of view."

"Well there were no complaints from this end either..."

"Andrew - if it wasn't for me, would you still be doing stuff with Zeke?"

"Absolutely - he's bloody amazing in bed."

"You Zeke? Would you have have Andrew?"

"That sweet arse is perfect - and he's a perfect submissive guy, the harder
I got the more he loved it.

"Well, I'm totally devoted to my sons - I'd do anything to help them, give
them anything they need..."

"Are you suggesting..."

"Look, I've come to realise that your heart belongs to me. It wouldn't be
cheating if there was no deceit. It would just be sex, just physical."

"Are you serious?" Zeke and I spoke at the same time.

"It's difficult...but it's not like you're taking anything from me, just
borrowing."

I looked over, Zeke's cock was getting hard.

"You better be serious - because I think Zeke's showing what he thinks."

"You want it now?"

"It's been days since I had anything, Dad."

"You Andrew - you really up for this."

Zeke spoke before I could respond.

"He's a proper submissive, Dad, he takes everything he's given."

Philip just looked at me.

"I can't disagree with that."

Zeke stood up - his hard cock pointing straight out.

"Come on then, I guess Dad doesn't want me to fuck you in front of him."

With that I followed Zeke through to his room knowing full well what was to
come.