Date: Sun, 25 Jul 2021 00:29:51 +0000 From: ChiFelix Subject: An-exchange-student-completes-a-family-4 Dear reader, This story and all characters in it are fiction, though many of the places here in Chicago are real. I write small chapters so I've decided to sometimes consolidate them together within submissions, two at a time, to get the story out faster. This one has a little less sex and a little more buildup for future chapters. Thanks to Nifty for providing a platform for aspiring authors. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Feel free to send my any feedback, ideas, thoughts, fantasies/desires, at all, and I hope you enjoy this story. ----------------- Qing, Ollie and I spent the day talking and bonding. I felt like I was learning so much about my son. He told me he adored Lil Nas X, he told me about some of his other boyhood crushes, and when he mentioned the boy band BTS Qing said, "Oh you like Asian guys, huh?" Ollie said, "You know that!" and suddenly looked in my direction, spooked that he had said too much. "Wow," I said and took a breath. "Do I need to put you in separate rooms?" After the little uncomfortable pause I laughed. Ollie looked at me and said, "Don't worry Dad, I remember what you said about consent." I looked at him with an open mouth and Qing said, "What did he say about consent?" Ollie responded excitedly, "If both people want to do it and it doesn't hurt anyone then it's okay." I said, "Ollie, Qing is five years older than you. That's like twenty adult years!" Qing said, "And you're almost twice my age, Josh! What's that in adult years?" I said, "What does THAT have to do with anything?" Maybe a little too defensively. Ollie said, "Dad, Qing told me he likes you." Now it was Qing's turn to be uncomfortable. "I know baby. You know daddy's straight, but it always feels nice to know someone likes you. But you shouldn't share people's secrets like that. How would you have felt if Qing was the one to tell me you were gay?" I looked at Qing and smiled. He was handling this all so well, and his beautiful eyes sparkled as he looked back at me. We held eye contact for a moment. Ollie said, "But Dad, you act like you like Qing too. I mean, like you liked Mom." I changed the subject. "How much did you two talk about last night anyway?" I asked rhetorically. As I got up to go the the kitchen I heard Qing say, "a lot." Later when I had Qing alone I asked him, "Why didn't you tell me about Ollie?" He said, "Do you think I was supposed to be the one to tell you?" "I guess not," I answered. "What was that bit in the living room about liking Asian guys?" He responded, "you heard him say he liked BTS right?" I said, "No, don't lie to me. I know he does things with his friends. Did you...?" After a pause Qing replied, "Okay, he wanted to see my body, he was curious." I waited expectantly. "And, he wanted to touch it." He added defensively, "Like YOU did. It was all consensual like you SAID." Oh wow, I was still processing thinking of my twelve year old as a sexual being. "Was what you said about consent really true or were you saying it to sound nice?" he asked. "No, I meant it," I said. I paused, not sure what to say. I suddenly had an idea. "Look," I said, "you know about how in the old days in the west people would hire a prostitute to teach their sons about sex?" "They did?" he asked. "Yeah. Well, I guess if he needs to learn what it's like to be gay I can't teach him that. It might be a little soon for that at twelve years old but I guess he...sounds ready. And later when you're gone I really don't know how I'm going to do it." Qing stared at me and said, "So you're saying you want me to have sex with your son?" I replied softly, "I think you already did, right?" Qing blushed and said, "HE wanted it." I asked, "What did you do?" He said, "He wanted to see me naked, and he wanted to touch me, really just my cock though." He paused. I looked at him expectantly and the silence became uncomfortable until he said, "And he wanted to taste it. Like YOU did." "Did he?" I asked. "Did he taste it?" Thinking of Qing's purple cockhead gliding between my child's lips made my cock grow painfully hard. "Yeah," he said. "Did you cum?" "Yeah," he said again. I thought of Ollie gulping down Qing's sperm the way I had. "Qing said, "I'm not selfish. He came too. He wanted to see what it was like to get a blowjob too." Now I looked at Qing's lips while I thought about them wrapped around my child's cock. "Did you like it?" He replied, "we both did." As he reached out to touch my tented pants he said "And I think YOU'D like it again too." With Ollie still in the bathroom, Qing freed my thick cock on the couch and kneeled, giving me expert head while I thought about Ollie getting the same treatment from him. I surrendered to his mouth and as I shot hard in the seventeen year old's throat I thought about his cock throbbing in my Ollie's mouth, between his red lips, the same way. He got up and kissed me for a moment, and I tasted my cum on his lips. Then I heard the bathroom door open and I zipped up. ----------------- That evening the thought of sending both Qing and Ollie to bed in the same room was weighing on me. I had already told my 12 year old son that he could do what he wants sexually with anyone as long as there was consent. I had also told Qing in a moment of arousal that I'd like him to teach my son all about sex. They had already given each other oral last night and I was sure a lot more was in store for tonight. I needed to talk to Ollie about this one on one again. "Ollie, could you help me outside?" I said. Once in the back yard I asked, "So what do you think about Qing? I mean sleeping in the same room as him tonight after everything we talked about today?" He said, "Dad, I like him. He's fun, he's... I like being around him." I asked, "Are you attracted to him?" He looked at me like he was unsure of what I wanted to hear so I said, "It's not an accusation, baby, and it's okay if you are. I mean... I even think he's an attractive boy and I'm straight." Ollie said, "Really dad? Is that why you look at him like that?" "Like what?" I said. He continued, "I mean, he's older, his body looks so different than mine, I think I'm curious about him. He's exotic." I said, "Don't tell him you think he's exotic. That could be taken as an insult." I continued, "You're both gay, you're going to be sharing the same bedroom tonight, and I think he likes you -" He interrupted, "I think he likes YOU dad!" I sighed, "well maybe your Dad's such a hottie that he can't resist!" We both laughed and I was glad to break the tension. Though I was slipping into deeper denial about what had been going on with Qing and myself and I was troubled that I was essentially lying to my son about it now. I asked, "So, DO you think he's attractive?" Ollie replied, "Even though he smells like mothballs he smells nice. I like his eyes, I like his smile, I like his...chest." I asked softly, "But does he make you hard? It's okay if he does." Ollie looked at me and whispered, "All the time. That's the other reason I slept at Jerico's last night. I was afraid I might do something bad with Qing again." Again? But I already knew. I said, "But you did something 'bad' with Jerico right? And those are your words. I don't think it was necessarily something bad if YOU don't." He looked down at the ground, wordless. "So, you did something with Qing the night before?" I asked. "Of course not!" He lied. I let the lie pass. I already had Qing's side of the story and I could tell when Ollie was lying. I felt my dick thump in my pants as Ollie essentially confirmed their oral session with his lie. Why? I looked at his lips and imagined Qing's straight, veined cock gliding past them again. He said, "Dad, you're making a big deal about this. I'm glad you love me for being...gay but now it sounds like you're trying to set me up or something. I don't know what you want me to say, or do. It feels like the Spanish Inquisition." I said, "I'm sorry, this just seems like a big deal to me, my gay son is going to share a bedroom with another gay boy." He said, "Just like with Jerico for the last couple of years." I said, "Wow, and I'm still processing that." I thought about Jerico, Ollie's best friend who came from a refugee family with Iraqi roots. I pictured his olive skin and thick dark wavy hair and his hazel eyes and his tiny butt, from the last time I saw it encased in tight sweatpants. I imagined them kissing, with Ollie's hands inside Jerico's sweats cupping those small hard mounds. Ollie's bright red lips mashed against Jerico's darker ones in a frenzy. I put it out of my mind and said, "But Qing is five years older than you and he can be very persuasive. I don't want him to make you do anything you don't want to do. He might make you feel like you have to say yes even if you don't want to. Some boys are good at that." I looked in Ollie's eyes and continued, "That's not really consent, that's manipulation. Promise me you won't let anything happen that you don't really want to happen, okay?" He said, "Okay Dad, you're making me more scared about what I'm supposed to say to you tomorrow, than I am about sleeping in there tonight." I said, "I'm sorry baby, you're right. I just care about you and I love you, okay? I won't pry any more but remember you can tell me anything." After a moment Ollie said, "He's really sexy though. I thought so when I first saw him at the airport." He turned around and went back into the house.