Date: Sun, 10 Mar 2019 16:35:58 +0000
From: Pho?nix <phoenixvixvi@gmail.com>
Subject: Model Dad: Chapter 6 (Category: Incest)

PLEASE READ the notes at the end of this chapter


Chapter 6: "Are You a Top Or A Bottom?"


BEN:

As June turned into July, my son and I were getting closer and closer.
Working out together really helped: the best way to bond with someone was
to have a routine together. Sam and I spent an hour or two at the gym each
morning, and fitness became our go-to subject whenever there was a lull in
the conversation during the rest of the day.

I asked my boyfriend to see each other less, so I got more time with my
son. Mateo wasn't happy about it, but acquiesced. Sam and I started going
to the beach, the movies, or out hiking whenever the weather wasn't too
hot. In the evening, we watched movies together. We were really starting to
feel relaxed around each other. He had no problem with my nudity, and he
rarely wore more than underwear round the house now.

One thing that bothered me was the fact that he was still seeing Greg BUT I
have to admit there was an upside to it as well: whenever the two of them
were together, I got a chance to see Mateo or meet up with some friends, so
my social life didn't completely falter while I was playing a paternal role.

One of the people I got a chance to see was my friend (and former fuck
buddy) Kimi. She knew Greg, which made her a good person to vent to over
coffee one day.

"I just don't trust him," I concluded after telling her the whole story,
"he must have an ulterior motive."

"So wait. You guys were together what, three years? How did that go?"

"Well, we broke up, so how do you think it went?"

"No, but other than the breakup, how was the rest of those three years? Was
he a dick to you?"

"No, he was actually... really nice."

"And is he nice to your son? Has Sam changed at all since they met?"

"Yeah. Pretty quickly, actually. He seems much more... confident now."

"So that's a good thing. Plus, if he's into older men, you gotta admit he
can do much worse than Greg. This city's not lacking in middle-aged men
praying on teenage boys. Greg's not that bad."

"I guess..."

- - -

"I got your laundry," my son walked into my room carrying a pile of
underwear and socks. I was lying in bed, naked, taking some risque photos
for my Instagram.

"Do you need help with that?" he joked when he saw me trying to hold up my
phone and take a photo of my torso that showed just enough of my pubic area
to not get banned.

"Actually..." I said, "can you take a photo of me from the back?"

The app wouldn't let me post photos of my dick, but pictures of my bubble
butt were my most popular posts.

"Um, sure," Sam said and took my phone.

I got up and opened the window, making it look like I was looking out
pensively. With these posts, you always want it to make it look like you
were doing anything else but being a shameless slut online.

"How does that look?" I asked my son as I heard the phone camera click. I
stuck my ass out and tried to flex my glutes.

"It looks... it looks great."

"Take some from the front as well," I said. The light was too perfect to
miss out on.

I covered my dick with one hand to hide it from the camera, and leaned
against the window with my other arm. "How's that?"

"Your... your penis is in the shot," Sam said. Somehow he knew that's what
I was trying to avoid.

"Better?" I adjusted my hand.

"Not really."

"Never mind, I'll just crop it out. My dick's too big to hide with one
hand," I laughed.

"Yeah, no shit."

I continued to flex my abs and my pecs, until my son had taken a dozen or
so photos.

"Thanks so much," I said. As Sam handed me my phone back, I noticed a bulge
in the front of his shorts.

"Anyway," he turned away, "I wanted to put these away," he reached back for
the underwear he'd brought in. Mistakingly, instead of opening the
underwear drawer, the opened the one under it.

"Oops, sorry," he said when he saw what was in it. It's where I kept all my
sex toys: dildos, handcuffs, blindfolds, poppers, lube, etc.

"No problem," I said casually and lay back on my bed.

"So how are you and Greg?" I asked, trying my best not to sound accusatory,
as Sam put away the undies in their proper drawer.

"Um, good thanks. It's just... There was something I wanted to talk to you
about."

"Sure. What's up?"

All of a sudden Sam seemed to get a lot more serious, and came to sit down
next to me.

"It's a bit uncomfortable, cuz... it's about sex," he mumbled slowly.

"Okay," I said, moving to sit next to him and putting my right arm around
him, hoping that makes him more comforted.

"Thing is, Dad... I've never had sex," he said, making eye contact with me.
"Like, not properly."

"That's okay, champ. Nothing to be ashamed about," I squeezed his shoulder.

"The thing is just..." he hesitated, "I'm worried about being too tight.
You've seen Greg's..."

"Dick?"

"Yes, his dick. And he's really thick," he laughed nervously. "I don't know
if I can take that."

"Like father, like son," I laughed, hugging him tighter.

"What?" he asked, confused.

"Never mind."

Greg was the first man to fuck me as well, I'd been strictly a top until
then. I knew very, VERY well just how thick he was.

I took my time for a couple of seconds, trying to think of what to say that
was both sensitive and helpful.

"If you're worried about... being fucked," I decided against the use of
euphemisms, "best thing to do might be to do it gradually. Some people
start by using a finger, or small toys like a dildo. It's gonna hurt at
first, but when it starts to feel good, if you decide you like it, you can
continue until you decide you're ready."

He looked at me looking nervous, almost scared.

"Here," I patted his knee and got up. I went to the drawer he'd just opened
earlier, and took out the smallest dildo I had and a bottle of lube. "Try
this. In the shower, make sure you're really clean, then put a lot of lube
on this and on... your hole, and try it in different positions."

"Thanks," he said with a faint smile, and got up and took the dildo and
lube. He headed out of the room, but hesitated in the doorway.

"Dad... I'm sorry if this is too personal, but when you have sex with guys,
are you a... top or a bottom?"

I looked at him, weirdly proud that he had the balls to ask that.

"I'm usually a top. But I have bottomed as well, and I did enjoy it. Just
remember, you don't have to do anything you don't like. Some gay guys
choose not to do anal either way."

"Thanks," he smiled and left.

I breathed out. That went well, I thought. As awkward as it was, I think it
was necessary. Growing up, there wasn't a single adult that I could ever
count on for a useful sex talk. I was determined to break the pattern.


SAM:

When I first met Greg, and found out he was Dad's ex, I was worried that
would destroy my relationship with my father that was just beginning. Turns
out, Dad and I got closer since Greg was in the picture.

Maybe having a guy interested in me made me more confident and comfortable
in general. But I stopped feeling weird whenever I saw Dad naked now. I
still admired his AMAZING body, but it was starting to feel normal. I
myself got more comfortable with wearing less around the house. As for
Greg, he seemed to like walking around naked just as much as Dad did.

Working out daily with Dad boosted my confidence like crazy as well. I know
it was mostly in my head and that it was impossible to see results that
quickly, but every time I looked in the mirror now I felt more buff and
attractive.

"Keep this up and you'll have me looking like a slob next to you," Dad
joked when he saw me flexing in the mirror one day.

He and I were really becoming friends. So much so that I felt comfortable
talking about something I wasn't even okay talking to most friends about:
sex. Greg and I would jerk each other off every time we saw each other now,
but we never did anything more. I knew for a man his age this must feel
ridiculous, but I appreciated his patience with me.

Dad's course in Bottoming 101 was nothing I hadn't read on the internet
before, but it felt reassuring hearing it from a real-life person. Not to
mention, I had no idea where I would've gotten a dildo if he hadn't given
me one.

I wondered if he used it on himself or other people. The night of the party
I'd heard him fuck Mateo, but I wasn't sure if Dad ever bottomed until he
confirmed that he did. As soon as I walked into my room with the dildo, I
closed the door and wondered: Has this been up Dad's ass?

I was going to try it right away when I got a text from Greg.

"Can I come over tonight?" he asked, followed by a wink emoji.

I smiled. "Can't wait," I texted back.

- - -

That evening, Greg and I had dinner with Dad, after which the three of us
decided to see a movie.

"I'm gonna make myself comfortable," Greg said without asking for
permission. Dad and I were wearing shorts and tank tops, but Greg was still
in his suit. When we got to the living room he took off his tie, kicked off
his shoes, and took everything off until he was in a pair of tight, white
boxer briefs. His bulge was so big, it looked like he'd stuffed an eggplant
in his undies.

He and I sat on the couch, with Dad sitting on one of the armchairs next to
us.

Dad brought us all drinks. He and Greg went with scotch, and I asked for
champagne. It was Dad's turn to pick a movie, and he picked a thriller that
I found incredibly difficult to follow, which is why I usually picked
comedies or action movies. Still, Dad seemed enthralled and paid close
attention.

Meanwhile, Greg and I couldn't keep our hands off each other. The movie
wasn't romantic or sexy at all, but we didn't care. The lighting in the
room was dim, and the alcohol made us feel frisky. I grabbed the thin
blanket that was on the couch, and draped it over us. As soon as I did
that, Greg took my hand and put it on his crotch. I smiled, and rubbed his
dick through his boxer briefs until it popped out. For the next half hour
or so, I continued to jerk him off under the blanket, with my dad sitting
right there. At one point, when Dad got up to refill everyone's drinks, I
held the glass with one hand while jerking Greg off with the other.

This risky scenario made me more excited than ever! Greg and I continued to
look at each other, smirking the entire time. After a while, I pretended to
yawn and put my head down on Greg's shoulder, just to get closer to him.
Little by little, trying to be discreet, I let my head slip down more and
more until it was in his lap. I covered myself with the blanket as if it
was a cloak of invisibility.

I'd been daydreaming about giving a guy a blowjob for years now. Never once
did I think it would be with my dad in the same room! For starters, I
didn't even expect my dad to be in my life at all. Yet here he was, and he
was nothing like I could've imagined.

But it was also due to Greg: he brought out the naughty boy in me. In his
fitted suits and expensive watches and shoes he looked like a conservative
gentleman, but every time I looked in his eyes I saw the devilish side of
him, and it woke up the daredevil in me as well.

I tried to remember the countless blowjobs I've seen in videos as I put my
lips around Greg's cock for the first time. Our movements were very slow
and discreet, which gave me more time to focus on what I was doing. The
taste and smell of it weren't what I expected, but I wanted more.

Time seemed to stop under the blanket, and I have no idea how long we went
on for. Maybe five or ten minutes of me sucking on Greg's dick, first just
the tip, then as far down my throat as I could take it without gagging, all
the while trying to cover my teeth and keep quiet so Dad wouldn't hear.

Greg wasn't so concerned with keeping quiet. He was running his fingers
through my hair as I sucked him, and after a while started to moan and
whisper. I could hear "Mmm," "Yes," and "Good boy." Gunshots blasted from
the TV.

With time, Greg's voice got even louder and bolder. "Yes! Come on, suck
it!" I could hear from over the blanket. His hips started to go up, raising
himself to get deeper in my mouth. As I felt his pleasure rising, I started
to go faster and faster, craving his cum, wishing nothing more than to make
him happy. "Throat it. Suck my dick, boy!" I heard him say loudly just as
there was a quiet moment in the movie.

This turned me on so much! I felt all the pleasure even though I wasn't the
one being sucked. I let go of my inhibitions and continued to bop up and
down on his dick, stroking it with one hand while sucking it at the same
time, feeling the tip of it hit the back of my throat. In that moment, I no
longer gave a fuck if it was obvious what I was doing under the blanket. I
went faster until I heard Greg start to inhale and exhale loudly.

"Ahhh. Fuuuuck. Fuck!" he exclaimed as he started to shoot his load in my
mouth. This is it, I thought, I gotta swallow it all. I was surprised by
how much jizz there was and how difficult it was to keep all of it down
without spitting it, but I was determined to not disappoint. Greg raised
his hips and continued to mouth-fuck me for a while, as his orgasm subdued,
and he slumped down, breathing out loudly.

I smiled in the dark under the blanket. I gave his dick a few more strokes,
and kissed the tip. A few seconds later, I came back out. The room was
pretty dark, lit only by the TV and a couple of dim lights, but it was
still a shock after coming out from being buried in Greg's crotch. I looked
around. He and I made eye contact and smiled. He leaned forward and kissed
me, feeling the taste of his cum on my lips and tongue. I turned around and
looked at Dad. He was looking at the TV and clutching his empty glass
tightly. If he was aware of what had just happened (how could he not
be??!!!) he seemed determined not to say anything.


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