A Son of My Own

By NiftySilverBear



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Now for the usual disclaimers: 1. This story is about love and sexual relations between adults and minors. If it is illegal to read these stories where you live, or if you are under the age of 18, close the site now. 2. This story is PURE FICTION. The reason for a site like this is to get our rocks off without participating in illegal activity.



Keep in mind also, since this is fantasy, I can skirt some of the legality in the story. What happens legally here, may not be legal in real life.

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My Grindr profile read as follows:

Stoaked for You 27

Height: 5'11"
Weight: 178 lbs
Etnicity: White
Body Type: Average
Gender: Cis Man
Pronouns: He/Him/His
Position: Top
Tribes: Twink
Relationship Status: Single
Looking For: Chat, Dates, Friends, Relationship
HIV Status: Negative

Kinky dom top seeking kinky sub twink for fun and possible dating. Love piss play, being rimmed, sucked and fucking. Be slim, young and smooth or shaved.



Yupp, that's me. John Stoaks. Beyond my profile, I have almost platinum blond hair and grey/blue eyes and zero body hair. I keep my pits and pubes shaved. Oh, and I have a 7" cut cock. My profile was only about 3 hours old when I got a ding. Every time I got a message, the guy just wasn't what I was looking for. Age: 56, PASS! Weight: 245, PASS! Body hair: Hairy, PASS!

Why is it so hard for someone to read a profile and understand what I'm looking for?

Anyway, enough of my Grindr moping, let's talk about the real me. Everything you just read in my profile is true. But it's not all of me. I come from an average family, mom (Jennifer), dad (Jeremy) and my sister (Jessica). Yes, we're a family of "J" names. I've always thought about what I'd name my son, if I had one and, ironically, thought of Jordan. My high school girlfriend, Lisa and I always talked about having kids one day. Lisa was my beard. I've always known I was gay, but there were bigots in my small town. We had sex only once and that was two days before she and her family moved away because her dad got a new job in the big city of Seattle. We were both 17 and it was okay, but it only made me realize more than ever, yeah, I'm big time gay!

Flash forward 9 years, I've graduated college and moved from Laramie, WY to New York City. I landed a job at a good sized architectural firm designing everything from high rises to grocery stores. I've been here for about 8 months and the dating scene is good, but most people get scared away when I tell them my kinks. That why I signed up for Grindr, I figured if they knew what I'm into from the start, they can either message me or ignore me.

The night before my life changed, I had just finished a 5 hour session with a cute sub. Told me his name, but I wasn't paying attention, but he was totally into everything I was. 19 years old, 5'4" tall, on the thin side, but not bony skinny, and a submissive side that had him calling me "sir" or "daddy" from the get go.

I got to my apartment at 4am and was totally annoyed by someone knocking on my door at 9am. I checked my smart door bell and saw a man, about 35-40 years old, in a nice suit and a briefcase. I turned on the mic and said, "Ya, wadya want?"

"I'm sorry to disturb you on an early Saturday morning, but are you Mr. John Stoakes from Laramie?"

"I am, who are you?"

"I'm an attorney, Christopher Grant." He flashed his business card at my camera.

"Can you give me a moment? I just woke up and I'm not dressed."

"Of course, sir."

I got out of bed and pissed before grabbing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt before going to the door. Opening it, I realized this guy is kinda cute, for an older guy.

"How can I help you Mr....Grant, did you say?"

"Yes, sir. I'm afraid I may have to break some bad news to you, may we sit?"

"Um..yeah, c'mon in."

As we sat in the living room, Mr. Grant asked me, "Do you know Lisa Daniels?"

"Yeah, she's my ex from high school. Haven't heard from her since she moved away 9 years ago."

"Then, I'm afraid I DO have some bad news for you. Ms. Daniels was involved in a house fire a week ago. She and her parents didn't make it out alive."

"Oh, my God. That's terrible. But...what does that have to do with me? Like I said, we haven't talked in 9 years."

Mr. Grant continued, "She is survived by one remaining relative. Her son, Jordan Daniels. From what we've learned, he's your son also."

I'm sure all the blood drained from my face, and for the first time, EVER, in my life, I fainted. It took Mr. Grant a few moments to bring me back. "Mr. Stoakes, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I guess so, but did you just say he's MY son."

"According to the birth certificate, he is. However, we will provide a DNA test if you wish. Lisa said that she never had any sexual relations with any other male but you. You see, Lisa was a lesbian. She never wanted you to know she was using you in high school to protect her.....what's so funny?"

I was holding my sides, laughing at this point. "So, I was Lisa's beard? Lisa was MY beard. I'm gay!"

Either is was really funny or my laughter was contagious, because Mr. Grant was soon laughing as hard as I was. When we'd both settled down, he got serious again.

"Mr. Stoakes, when the boy was only a few months old, her parents requested that Lisa make out a will dictating what should happy to Jordan if anything should happen to her. Of course, she named her parents as guardians, but with them passing as well, the next logical and legal step is to contact you. You, of course, never knowing of Jordan's existence, have the option to deny guardianship."

"I...um...think I need to think over things. May I contact you in a few days?"

"Of course. Jordan is currently in my care. We are staying at the Hotel Riu Plaza. Here's my card with my phone number and room number on it. Feel free to call me anytime, night or day if you have any questions. By the way, I hope this won't be a deciding factor, but there was a life insurance policy on Lisa and her parents. That automatically went to Jordan as surviving family, but you'll have access to it. Each one of them had a $4 million policy."

"Of course, I won't let that factor. It's just...I'm single, gay, just starting my job. I just need to think."

"Yes, I understand. Well, I'll let you go so you can think. Like I said, call me anytime."

I showed Mr. Grant the door and sat on my sofa. All the information was rolling around in my head and I needed some help. I placed a call to my parents and a few good friends to get some advice. I never mentioned the $ 12 million dollars that would come with Jordan. I didn't want them to be swayed by that fact. After 8 hours of thinking, I contacted Mr. Grant.

I met Mr. Grant and Jordan at the Hotel Riu Plaza the next morning at 9:00. When I saw Jordan, there was no mistake he was my son. It was like looking at a photograph of me when I was 9. The only exception is his hair was past his shoulders.

Mr. Grant and I shook hands and then he introduced us. "Jordan, this is John. He's your father and you're going to live with him now."

"No. I won't live with him. He never wanted me before, so why now!"

"Jordan, I've explained to you before that your mother never told him that she was pregnant with you. Never even told him after you were born."

I chimed in, "If I had any knowledge that you existed, I would have moved anywhere to be close to you. I've always wanted a son. As soon as I saw you, I fell in love with you! I hope you'll give me a chance to be your father...and your friend."

Jordan started crying and my heart broke. He let the past weeks of emotions out at once and latched on to me. We sat in the lobby of the hotel with him crying for at least 20 minutes. Finally, those grey/blue eyes looked into mine and he smiled.

"I've always wanted a dad, too."

I signed all the papers I needed to and was told, in private, that the insurance money would be deposited within a week. Then, Mr. Grant told me something I would need to know.

"John, I should have told you sooner, but I wanted you to know Jordan first. He does have some behavioral problems. He has ADHD and, from what I've been told, has decided he hate clothing. While I was looking for you, the foster home he was in told me he refused to wear clothing unless he was outside."

"Wow, so...how do I fix this?"

"Well, he's on medications for the ADHA. As for the nudity, it's come on suddenly. As far as I know, Lisa has never had any trouble with him running naked. It's probably a phase he's in because of the trauma of losing his mother and grandparents. I can get a recommendation for a good child psychologist if you wish."

"I don't think that'll be necessary, Mr. Grant. Let me take it one day at a time and I'll let you know if I need that shrink at a later date."

I wish I could say my son was home that night, but I had to have a home study and had to move into a two bedroom apartment before Jordan could live with me. It was 9 days later when we walked through the door as father and son.

Growing up, my passion was planes and I'd been told Jordan and inherited my passion. Jordan's room had already been decorated with airplanes. Old planes, new planes, bi planes, jet planes. Almost any kind of plane was on the wall or in a frame, including some models that I'd built when I was just a boy. He loved it and I told him whatever he needed, all he had to do was ask. I left him to enjoy his room and put what few things he had away.

I was in the kitchen making lunch when I heard him behind me. I turned to see a very naked 9 year old boy standing and staring at me. I decided not to say anything, but to treat it like was wearing clothes. At least, that's what my friend, Patty, told me. She was in school to be a children's psychologist so I figured I'd get a few free bits of information.

"Get your stuff put away, sport?"

"Yeah, my room is so cool. Who built the models?"

"I did when I was your age. I guess my airplane passion was passed on to you."

"Yeah, thanks...um...dad?"

"Jordan, you don't have to call me dad right now if it's uncomfortable for you. If you want, just call me John."

"Okay, John."

We had our lunch, got to know each other and soon after dinner, bed time. I'd gotten permission to take a leave of absence from work for a few weeks to get used to Jordan and get in enrolled in school. As the weeks passed, I became very comfortable with his nudity and one night I asked him a question.

"Hey, Bud. Are you more comfortable without clothes?"

"Yeah, it's...freeing. One of the boys at the foster house convinced me to go naked and I loved it. It bothered the adults, but none of the kids really paid attention to me."

"I know what you mean. I usually don't wear clothes when I'm home, but I thought it wouldn't be right to be naked in front of a child."

"John, man. It's your place and you should be comfortable too. I don't care if you have clothes on or not."

"Are you sure?"

His eyes rolled at me as if he was saying, "Duh, just strip already."

I got up and went into my bedroom, removed all my clothes and went back into the living room. Jordan looked me up and down and said, "Now, don't you feel better?"

I had to laugh and tell him he was right. I was in my element.

Well, I had Jordan in school and was back at work. I fell into a routine and loved it. The only thing I was missing was sex. Hard sex, kinky sex, beautiful fucking till you're exhausted, messy sex.

I stopped at a bodega one evening for some eats and when I walked out, I bumped into a guy. I excused myself and started to walk away.

"John? Oh my god! How have you been?"

I turned to see the twink I'd fucked the night before I found out about Jordan. We talked for a while and he was pissed I couldn't remember his name. Mark? Matt? Mike! That's it, Mike.

"Well, I've had a lot on my mind. The morning after we fucked, I found out my ex-girlfriend from high school died and left me something in her will."

"What she leave you, money? Car? Land?"

"Our son!"

"You have a kid? That's kinda cool. Puts a damper on your sex life, huh? So, what's he look like? Is he cute?"

"Man, he's 9 and he's my kid. Just imagine me at 9 and you'll get the picture."

"Well, I'm on my way to class. Maybe you can find a sitter for the kid and we can have another 5 hour fuck fest, huh?


"We'll see. This is all new to me. But...hey, you look great. Wish I could fuck you tonight."

We parted ways and I made my way to the apartment. When I walked in, Jordan was sitting on the couch watching TV and his hand was playing with his little dick. I remember what Mike had asked about him being cute. Suddenly, I saw Jordan in a new light. He was cute. A drop dead gorgeous piece of naked flesh sitting on my couch. I was already horny from talking to Mike and my dick got hard quick.

I dropped the food on the kitchen counter and made my way to my room, explaining I needed a shower. What I needed was to jack the fuck off. I was about 10 minutes into my self love session when I heard a voice.

"That doesn't look like a shower to me!"

"Jordan, Dude. Get out, you can't see me doing this."

"I know all about jacking off, I do it every night. I was wondering how long before you would do it."

I'd covered up by now and asked him, "Why would you wonder that?"

"So I could catch you."

"Why would you want to catch me?"

"So I could join you. I'm gay, John. I had a boyfriend until the fire and they took me away. I bet Steve was driving the streets for hours looking for me."

"Man, I'm sorry, dude. Wait, did you say driving? How old was your boyfriend?"

He looked embarrassed at first, but then confidently he told me, "He's 22 years old. Before you get mad, he didn't perv on me. I went after him. I've known what I was and what I wanted since I was little and when I turned 8 I went out and found me a man."

He told me, in shocking detail how he wanted a man to love him. More than that, he looked up all the names online and told me he was a "submissive little bitch boy who wanted a man to fuck him hard and long." Steve would tie him up and stroke his little dick till he was almost ready to gazm and stop. He'd edge my son for house at a time till his full boygazm made him pass out. He also offered his mouth and ass to Steve as a urinal. He told me Steve said that Jordan was the best ass rimmer in all of Seattle.

I sat in shock. My son, who looked exactly like a mini me, was totally opposite in sexual desire. Top/bottom, pisser/receiver, dom/sub. My mind went into the gutter and I told him exactly what I was. The more I talked, the harder his dick became. Looking at it now, even our dicks were similar.

"John, I miss being fucked. Would you fuck me tonight?"

I was shocked. Here is my son, naked, hard almost begging me to fuck his little ass. An ass that until recently, I didn't even know existed. An ass that has been flaunted in my face for several weeks. An ass that, the more I thought about it, turned me on more than any ass ever has before.

Being shocked only lasted about 5 seconds before I told him, "Get on this bed and suck Daddy's dick."

I laid on the bed, legs open and Jordan crawled up from the foot of the bed, advancing toward my cock like a leopard stalking his prey. He reached with his left hand and grabbed my cock at the root. His eyes sparkling with lust, he licked the head and sucked the precum from the slit. Now, I'm not HUGE, being 7" in length, but when my 9 year old son swallowed my cock and pushed his nose in my pubis, I almost lost it. He was a talented little cock sucker and I had to slow him down so I would last a while. His throat would vibrate around my head causing the most amazing sensation in my entire groin.

After a while, he pulled his mouth off my cock and said, "Daddy, will you fuck me now?" How could I refuse that face, those eyes and that willing and available ass?

I asked him again how rough he liked it. He commented that, "as long as you don't actually damage me, I'll take almost anything you have. My safe word is `hot dog.'"

I reached and grabbed his hair and pulled him up my body till his face was right in front of mine. I licked one side of his face, then the other. Then, I spit right in his face. "Who the fuck am I?

"You're my daddy, sir."

Damn, Steve taught my little bitch well. "And who the fuck are you?"

"I'm a little bitch boy who can take a pounding by my daddy, sir."

"Get in position, then, little bitch. I'm gonna fuck that ass till you can't sit right."

He turned his body so his head was near the foot of the bed, turned his face to the left and put his right cheek on the bed. His knees were holding up his ass for all to see and his hands automatically reached back and held his cheeks open. His feet were as far apart as he could get them without losing balance and falling on the bed. I looked at his boi pussy and it winked at me 3 times. That was my sign. I leaned over and started eating his pucker like I starving man would eat a pizza. Jordan squeaked and moaned and groaned at the pleasure he was receiving. I told him his pussy was wet enough, but my cock needed lubed up some more. He turned and started deep throating my cock again.

Once it was wet enough, he assumed the position again and I lined my cock up to his waiting pucker. He wanted it hard, he was going to get it hard. I looked at the cock and at EXACTLY 6:00 pm, I pushed it all in. No getting ready, no "1,2,3", no words of encouragement, NOTHING. I expected a small scream or squeal, but I got loud moan and then a "FUCK YEAH. FUCK ME WITH YOUR DADDY DICK!"

I fucked him for 20 minutes in that position and 10 minutes with him on his back and another 10 with him riding my cock like a cowboy rides a bucking bull. In that 40 minutes, I counted at least 5 dry orgasms, what his and Steve called his `boygazms." Each time, his ass would grip my cock and I'd almost cum, but I held on. At 6:40 pm, I unloaded at least 4 spurts of cum into his ass before he pulled off, spun around and took my cock head in his mouth. Spurt number 5 splayed across his nose and cheeks and numbers 6 through 8 entered his mouth. When I stopped cumming, he opened his mouth to show me my cum, like a good little bitch boy. I gave him a nod and he swallowed it in one gulp.

Laying on the bed, recovering from my fist sex in weeks, Jordan put his head on my shoulder and I put my arm around him. He looked up and me and said, "You're better than Steve, John. He wouldn't have lasted so long. Your cum also tastes better."

I looked down at my offspring, in sheer wonder of the miracle I'd made with Lisa so long ago. I told him, "You're the best buddy. But, why don't you start calling me Daddy from now on, okay?" He nodded his head and then I asked, "So, Sport, do you have any fantasies? Anything you've ever wanted to try with Steve but either didn't tell him or he wouldn't do it?"

He started thinking for a few moments and I realized my bladder was screaming for release. I told him I'd be right back and he pushed me back on the bed and assumed the sucking position, but instead of sucking, he just put his lips around my head. He looked me with anticipation in his eyes and I let my bladder go. I could hear the "gulp, gulp, gulp" as he swallowed every drop of piss I had for him. He let out an "Aahh" when he was finished and told me my piss was better than Steve's also.

"I have a fantasy. I was about to tell Steve about it when I was taken away. I want two cocks to play with. One in my mouth and one in my ass. Eventually I want both in my ass at the same time. I was practicing with two dildos at home."

I told him I'd see what I could come up with. We spent the next hour talking about what he had done with Steve and what he wanted to do. I told him about some things like rimming and he'd never rimmed Steve, but was willing to try if the ass was clean. I mentally made a list of things I wanted to teach him and I'd be calling Mike to arrange a weekend fuck fest with me and my two bitch boys!

Jordan slept with me that night and woke me up with a wonderful blow job. After I'd creamed his mouth, he showed me his load. I told him to swallow half and spit the other half on his little cocklett. He did as ordered and I used my own cum to jack off Jordan till he had his boygazm. I then licked my drying cum from his pecker. After a shit, shower and shave and breakfast, I dropped Jordan off at school. We'd had the "Don't ever tell anyone!" talk and he assured me he knew how to keep the secret. After I watched his ample ass enter the school door, I rifled through the papers in my glove box till I found Mikes number.

I punched in his number and...

"Hello?"

"Mike, it's John. How'd you like to have that fuck fest this weekend?"

"Fuck yeah. My asshole's been itching for a fucking for weeks now."

"Well, here's the thing. I'm changing your status. I'm the dom and you're the middle."

"Huh?"

"Well, we will be joined by a complete and total bottom slut. He wants to further explore sub/dom relationships and his fantasy is to have two cocks to play with ending with a double fuck."

"Where'd you find this bitch?"

"He just kinda fell in my lap yesterday after we talked."

"What about the kid?"

"I'll take care of him. Just be at this address 9 am on Saturday and prepare to spend the night."

"Yes, sir. I'll be there with bells on, Daddy!"

"One more thing. I want a NO TALKING sub until I give permission!"

I hung up the phone and laughed. Mike was going to get a surprise.

Three days later my doorbell rang. I was already dressed in my harness and jock strap. I opened the door and Mike was there panting like a dog. He was in heat and ready for a breeding. Before he entered, I placed the dog collar around his neck and led him into the living room by the leash. There, I had him strip and get down on all fours. I inserted the puppy tail butt plug I kept for certain subs then led him to my bedroom. I had him get on the bed face up and tied his hands to the railings above his head. I then attached shackles to his ankles them to hooks at the foot of the bed with lengths of rope with his legs spread eagle. Ball gag and blind fold was next and he looked confused as hell, but remained silent. I left him alone for a few moments while I went to get Jordan from his room. Jordan looked nervous, but I winked at him and told him he had to stay silent. His soprano voice would ruin the fun we were about to have. We entered the room and I gave instructions.

"Okay, before we begin, the sub on the bed will be bitch boy one and the sub standing next to me is bitch boy two. If you understand, nod your heads."

Both heads nodded.

"Bitch boy two, you wanted to experience the full effect of sub/dom relationships, right?"

Head nod.

"Are you willing to do anything asked of you?"

He looked at me with a bit of fear in his eyes. I explained that I wouldn't do anything to put him in danger, at least for now. He nodded yes.

"Got on the bed and suck bitch boy one's cock."

No hesitation, no looking back. He just went to Mike and stalked him the way he'd done for me first time. Grinning, he swallowed Mikes 6 incher with no problem and started vibrating his throat. Mike was grunting and groaning. I was watching Mike for signs of orgasm and when I saw it I ordered, "Lick his balls."

Again, immediately, he went to sucking and licking Mike's hairless balls like crazy. Back and forth for almost 30 minutes till I was ready for Jordan to learn a new trick. I'd already taught Jordan to stand at attention with hands laced behind his head. As he stood, I unhooked Mike's legs and raised them over his head attaching them to the wall hooks I installed. I twisted and pulled the butt plug till Mike was almost creaming himself from the feelings. Leaving it alone for a moment, I motioned to Jordan to follow me and observe. Without warning, I pinched Mikes left nipple and he moaned in pain through his ball gag. Then, the other one and then both at the same time. I whispered to Jordan that I'd probably be training him in receiving pain soon and he nodded. I then slapped Mike's dick several times causing more moans of pain. Thank the gods I'd had the apartment sound insulated when I redecorated a few months ago. After some CBT on Mike, I roughly removed the puppy butt plug and Jordan and I watched his asshole quiver as it closed up.

"Bitch boy two, lick one's asshole!"

This time, he turned and looked at me. I whispered that I made sure he was clean when I put the butt plug in. I also apologized for hitting him and he looked confused until I slapped him softly across the face. "Didn't you hear me boy two. Eat one's asshole, NOW!"

He went to the bed and slowly moved his face closer to Mike's asshole. I could see the gears moving in his mind and suddenly he made up his mind. He attacked Mike's pucker with gusto, not just licking but nibbling around it also. Soon, both one and two were moaning with passion. I decided to taste some pucker myself, so I grabbed Jordan's legs and wish boned him so I could see his fuck hole. I dove in and feasted on his boy pucker. I lost track of time, but it HAD to be at least 30 minutes of rimming and I figured it was time to stop.

DAMNIT. I fucked up and Mike had cummed from Jordan's rimming. He was almost crying because he knows he has to have my permission before he spills his seed. I told him it was okay because it was Two's training session and he was excused.

I wanted to see Mike eating Jordan's ass, so..."Two, sit on One's face and One, eat his ass like crazy."

They both nodded and I removed Mike's ball gag. Jordan sat on Mike's face and he tongue's my boy's pucker so good, Jordan had a boygazm. I put my hand over his mouth and shushed him so he wouldn't make noise. When I felt Jordan's ass was ready, I had Jordan suck Mike's cock again to get it hard and when it was I told Jordan to sit on it. He rode Mike's cock like a pro. I'd use hand signals to slow Jordan so Mike wouldn't have another orgasm. I got behind Mike and started fucking him while he fucked Jordan. I'd feel Mike's ass start to clench in a close orgasm and I'd stop Jordan. We rode Mike's cock and ass for 10 minutes and then said, "One, you have permission to cum next time you feel it."

Mike came almost immediately. I could feel his ass gripping my cock and I pumped him full of spunk. When he was done, I had Jordan sit on Mike's face again and feed him his own load. He lapped it up with passion, then it was Jordan's turn to taste my cum from Mike. Jordan loved eating my cum from Mike's ass.

When we'd all calmed down, reinserted the butt plug into Mike's ass and then released his legs and arms. Attaching the leash to his collar, I asked, "Are you ready to see the new bitch boy?"

He nodded his head so I told him to keep his eyes closed and removed his blind fold. When I gave permission, he opened his eyes to a spitting image of me at 9. 4'9" tall, blond hair, blue eyes, a cute little 3 1/2" hard pecker, hairless body and the cutest little bubble butt.

His mouth dropped open and he muttered, "Uhhh, uhhh."

I told him, "Go ahead and speak."

"DUDE, he's a fucking kid. What the fuck. I'm going to jail."

"Why? He's totally into it. We've been fucking since the day you saw me at the bodega. And, he really wanted you to fuck him with me."

"But...wait! He's YOUR kid? Fuck me!"

"I'm planning to later, and him too, and maybe let him fuck you too!"

Mike looked like he was about to pass out, so I moved him to the bed. When he seemed more okay, he looked at Jordan and asked, "You really like sex with grown men, your dad? And you really want to be double fucked."

Jordan looked at me for permission and I nodded my head. "Yeah, I mean...sex is great and I'm leaning a lot from Daddy. He's not doing anything I don't want him to do and we have a safe word in case it gets too intense."

Mike just looked between Jordan and myself and finally said, "Fuck it. If you want it, little dude, you got it."

I told Mike he'd be taking on a semi dom role with Jordan and hair pulling and butt slapping was fine. It was lunch time then and we took a break. I did tell Mike that he's still a sub to be and to act like it during lunch. He maintained and dog stance, sitting at the floor by the table and eating from a dog bowl. This intrigued Jordan who asked for his own dog bowl. I told him that he would get one for a later training session.

I had Mike suck me while I was finishing my lunch and Jordan was told to suck Mike from underneath him. The sounds of me chewing and them sucking was the only sound I heard and it was music to my ears.

After lunch, I had Mike and Jordan meet back in the bedroom and wait for me. No talking, no touching, just standing at attention. As I passed my door, I was pleased that both were doing as ordered. I went to get a bench from the storage closet and pulled it into the room. When I had it placed, I told them to turn around. I designed the bench to be adjustable and right now it was perfect size for someone to be fucked on it. I asked Jordan again, if he really wanted to know the life of a sub. He nodded his head. I had him climb on the bench and secured his legs and arms to the side. I told Mike to stand in front of Jordan but no touching. Mikes dick was centimeters from Jordan's mouth, but both of them obeyed. I lubed up Jordan's ass, first with my tongue (can't get enough of that boys' ass) and then some KY!

I told Mike I'd nod to him when I was ready for him to face fuck my son. I entered Jordan and he moaned with delight. I fucked him for a few seconds then nodded to Mike. He moved closer to the boy and Jordan opened his mouth. Mike LET Jordan suck his dick and I reached over and slapped Mike.

"I told you to face fuck him, not LET him suck you. Grab his head and force that cock in all the way. He can take it."

Mike looked surprised, but obeyed. He grabbed Jordan's hair with one hand and steadied his head with the other and shoved his cock in. Jordan took it like a champ. Never gagged, never choked, just a few tears in his eyes. I assume they were tears of joy. After 5 minutes, I told Mike to switch and I was fucking Jordan's face and Mike was tearing up his ass. Every 5 minutes we'd switch places. I told Mike it was a race to see who can cum first. In the end, it was a tie. Mike creamed Jordan's ass while I coated his throat with a hot load. Jordan had the most blissful look on his face when we finished.

After a rest, Jordan got both of us hard again and I had Mike lie on the bed. I told them since I was longer, I'd be fucking Jordan from top while Mike thrusted from below. We both went to town on Jordan's ass, licking and prodding till I was sure he was dilated enough. When he sat on Mike's dick, it was more like falling. He stood above Mike and almost did a split, impaling himself perfect all the way to the root. I grabbed Jordan and basically jacked off Mike with Jordan's ass. I was pulling him up and pushing him down. Then, I pulled Jordan off completely. He whined a bit, but when he came back down, I'd lined my cock next to Mike's. Jordan's ass was now receiving the fantasy he wanted. He was being doubled fucked and loving every second of it. He squealed like the pig he was while his ass was doubled dicked. Mike and I were too horned up watching him to take it slow. Only 10 minutes after starting (and 3 boygazms from Jordan) Mike and I flooded Jordan's ass at the same time. This time, it was Mike and me who were laying on the bed while Jordan switched between his mouth and mine so we could share our combined load.

We continued to lay in bed, Jordan between us, resting when Mike gave me the hand signal that he needed to piss. I had to piss too, so I led all of us to the bathroom. I stood over Mike and doused his body and mouth with my piss. When I was done, he did the same to Jordan who tried to get more in his mouth than on his body.

A quick shower and we were clean and dry. We were also tired. I forgot how exhausting having sex with more than one person was. I declared that it was rest time and everyone should nap. After changing the sheets on my bed, it was again Jordan who fell asleep first in the middle and Mike and I cuddling up to him. Within moments, Mike and I were asleep dreaming of what depraved thing I'd come up with next.

It was several hours later when I woke up. Jordan and Mike were still sleeping so I made my way to the kitchen. It was close to 6pm and I know I was hungry. I looked in the fridge, but didn't feel like cooking. So, I called the local pizza place and placed an order for 3 large supreme pies. I threw on a robe when the pizza guy knocked, paid him, looked him over once or twice and debated inviting him in, but decided that 2 was enough for now.

I woke up my bitch boys and told him to head to the kitchen to eat. I could tell Jordan was tired and Mike seemed tired also. So, I declared that the rest of the day was a free for all. No dom/sub, no collar and leach or gags or butt plugs...unless they wanted to. Jordan wanted to try a butt plug and I had one that was easy to sit normally. I got it, lubed it up and inserted it for him. We at the pizza, watched some TV and soon, Jordan and Mike were snuggling like lovers. Jordan was sucking Mike's nip while Mike stroked my son. There wasn't and urge to get off. Just stroking and sucking casually. At 10pm, I said it was time for bed. I set my alarm for early so I could introduce Jordan for new, exciting sexual treats the next day. We piled in my bed again and soon we were sleeping.

Next morning, we all shit and showered and used the enema hose to clean out. I wanted Jordan to learn both sides of the dom/sub life, so I told Mike he'd be totally sub for some time today. He agreed and I instructed him NOT to cum from any stimulation. I returned Mike to the bed, hands secured and legs held up with ropes. I asked Mike, in front of Jordan, what his fantasy was but I wouldn't do it and why?

"I want to feel a fist up my ass. You said you wouldn't do it since your hands are so large."

"Exactly, but today, you're getting your wish. I'm going to teach Jordan to fist you."

Mike looked excited and Jordan just looked confused. I took Jordan aside and explained fisting. I made sure his nails were trimmed and not sharp and got a bottle of olive oil from the kitchen. I then got a tarp from my cabinet and had Jordan help me put it under Mike's ass.

I had Jordan rim Mike for 30 minutes to get him prepared and while he was rimming I ate out Jordan. Finally, I took the oil and lubed up Mike's ass and Jordan's arm. I showed him how to make a fist that would fit in Mike's ass and within 3-5 minutes, Jordan's fist had disappeared. Mike started writhing and moaning in pleasure. The sight of my son's hand inside Mike's ass was thrilling and I was on the verge of cumming just from watching it. I had Jordan start moving his hand further into Mike's rectum and soon he was elbow deep. At one time, Mike almost passed out from the pleasure he was feeling. I taught Jordan to feel for the prostate and massage it till Mike screamed he was close. I had Jordan stop all movement and wait till Mike had calmed down before continuing. We had to stop several times until I finally gave permission for Mike to cum and when he did, it was a ton of cum. All over Mike's face, chest, belly and it just kept cumming. When Jordan removed his hand, he offered it to Mike to clean off. Mike licked off the oil and ass juice with much passion, sucking and licking each of Jordan's fingers.

Jordan learned a lot that day. He liked the fisting, but preferred to be a complete sub to men. He was tied up, flogged (lightly), edged for over 2 hours before being allowed to boygazm, he was pissed on, pissed in (mouth AND ass) and basically used for the adults pleasure. I did get to fuck Mike before Mike left for the evening. He still said he preferred to be a bottom bitch and didn't like fucking that much but loves to be sucked. That's fine with me. I can't get enough of my son's little pecker vibrating in my mouth.

It's been four years now and I have two loves of my life. My son, lover and bitch boy, Jordan and my other lover and bitch boy, Mike. We all live in my apartment and share the same bed every single night. Jordan even has a dom boyfriend from school who comes over sometimes. He's dom with Jordan, but very VERY sub with me. It kinda of thrills Jordan to see his boyfriend tied up squealing like a pig being tortured. I have a feeling we'll be a family of four soon since his boyfriends parents are kicking him out for being gay.

Who knows what the future will bring, but I'm grateful every day for a son of my own!