Date: Wed, 28 Apr 2021 15:16:50 +0100
From: Phoenix <phoenixvixvi@gmail.com>
Subject: My Son's Boyfriend is My Age: Chapter 13

Chapter 13: "You Never Forget Your First Time"
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ISAAC:

    As March neared its end, memories from the holiday season in
California started to fade and become more vague; but the way I felt only
became stronger. After having sex with another man for the first time on
New Year's Eve, I wanted to experience it again but I had no idea how to
go about it.

    Now that my son knew that I was open to hooking up with men, he
suggested I try on some apps ("Grindr's more popular, but Scruff might be
better for daddies like you"), but I was too much of a technophobe and
nervous to do that. Besides, it's not like I wanted to fuck
just any man out there. I kept thinking about Toni -- the boy I did it
with in LA. We were still in touch, even though he was busy with school
and had some personal issues he was dealing with. It made me want to fly
there to see him, hug him, comfort him... and dump another load in his
ass.

    A couple of days before the end of the month, I was in my kitchen on
a Tuesday evening when I got a phone call from Eli.

    "Dad! I've got great news. I'm going to mixology school!" my son
shouted gleefully.

    "Congratulations! Now, what school is this?" I asked.

    "Only one of the best in the country! It's in LA, Greg helped me get
in. He's been telling me to apply for months and I did, and I finally got
accepted. It's a three-month program, and you learn all about cocktails
and fancy wines and stuff like that. AND they help you get in touch with
some of the best restaurants and hotels out there. It's a really big deal
in the bartending world."

    "I'm very, very happy for you, Son," I said. And I was, even if the
terms "three-month program" and "LA" meant that Eli would be moving
further away from me.

    "It starts in a couple of weeks," my son continued, "but I need to
figure out what to do with my apartment here in Chicago first. I'm
thinking of subletting it. I already found someone interested, but they
wanna move in on the 1st, which is this Thursday."

    "Aha," I nodded.

    "Which means I either need to fly out to LA tomorrow, or, I was
wondering if I can come stay with you for a few days so I wouldn't need
to to rush."

    "Of course, honey. You know you're always welcome here."

    "Great. I'll take the train tomorrow. I'm really looking forward to
seeing you, Dad."

    "I'm looking forward to seeing you too, Eli," I smiled.

--

    The following day, my son and I spent the evening catching up in my
living room. We were having some wine and Eli stepped outside to smoke a
joint a few times, leaving me reminiscing about the last time the two of
us sat here, and I ended up with Eli's load on my face. Memories like
that still made me think "Did that really happen?" to this day.

    This time, however, the conversation was less sexual. Eli filled me
in on more details about the bartending course he'd be attending, and how
Greg helped him figure it all out.

    "How is Greg?" I asked my son. Greg and I were Facebook friends now,
but I'd noticed he stopped posting a couple of weeks ago, so I had no
idea what was going on in his life.

    "He's okay, I guess," Eli replied somewhat hesitantly. "At least
that's what he says. To be honest, he sounds kinda weird. He keeps
insisting it's nothing to do with me, and that he's not sick or anything.
He said we can talk about it in person once I'm there."

    "Yeah, I've noticed he's been absent online as well," I added. "I
hope he's okay."

    "I'm sure he's fine, probably just work or something," my son
reassured me. "Obviously, I'll be staying with him during the three
months that I'm there, so I'll take good care of him."

    "I bet you will," I laughed out loud, well aware of what kind of
"care" my son usually provided to his boyfriend.

    Suddenly, an idea struck Eli.

    "Hey, why don't you come with me?! I've been looking at flights out
of Columbus, and I think I'm flying out on Friday of next week. You can
come for the weekend and be back on Sunday."

    "I don't know," I said, taking a sip of wine. "I'm not like you, I'm
not used to all this flying back and forth."

    "I know that, but it'll give you a chance to see Greg. Plus, there's
that boy that you've been keeping in touch with, what's his name?"

    "Toni," I answered.

    "You can see Toni again. Maybe go for round two," my son teased and
winked at me.

    "Oh okay," I caved in. "Count me in."

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--

    A few days later, it was a Saturday, and I was up before Eli (no
surprise there). I went out to run some errands and get groceries. I made
sure to get extra wine and snacks, since I assumed my son and I would be
spending most of the weekend home alone. Which is why I was surprised to
return to the house and see someone else in there with Eli already.

    "Noah! Nice to see you," I said, greeting my son's best friend. At
least I think he and Eli still considered each other "best friends," even
though they didn't see too much of each other after Noah went to college
and Eli moved to Chicago.

    Recently graduated, Noah was now back in Columbus and working at a
local company, making decent money from what I could tell. He looked like
a million bucks.

    "Hey, Mr. G," Noah greeted me using a nickname that made him sound
like a child, but he was definitely grown now! He was wearing a
sweatshirt that he filled out very nicely with his bulging muscles. Noah
was always a skinny kid, not as athletic as his baseball-playing older
brother Jake, but he seems to have discovered working out in college and
was now a bona fide hunk. That body in combination with his gorgeous
smile probably made most girls go after him and beg to have his babies.

    Unfortunately for them, Noah was gay, just like my son. Not just
that: from what I could piece together, even though he used to be
versatile, Noah was now a "total bottom," and quite an insatiable one at
that. Since finding out about my sexuality, my son was now more
comfortable sharing personal information like this about himself and his
friends with me.

    I put the groceries away and joined the two young men, bringing beers
for everyone. Eli and Noah were just finishing off their first round, and
we all raised our bottles. I'd known Noah most of his life, but this was
our first time drinking together.

    "Cheers! To being here and being queer," my son shouted, and we
clinked bottles.

    Almost immediately, the conversation turned to sex, which is, I
assume, mostly what my son and his friend talk about. Apparently, after
being in a monogamous relationship for four years in college, Noah was
"letting his freak flag fly" now, and being a proud slut all over
Columbus. He talked about taking loads in parking lots, public restrooms,
in married men's garages while their families were at home.

    "Where do you find all these men?!" I asked in awe. If I hadn't
bumped into Toni at that restaurant in LA, I would've had no idea where
to go.

    "I'm telling you, Dad, online's where it's at! You gotta download
some apps, whether you're looking to date or fuck, or both," my son
encouraged me.

    "But how do you go from talking on an app to fucking in someone's
garage?" I enquired.

    "There's usually not a lot of steps in between," Noah said. "There's
a ton of guys out there looking to get laid."

    "When you're your age and look like that, I'm sure there are," I
winked at Noah.

    "Ha, I'm sure that helps. But don't underestimate that daddy charm
you got going on, Mr. G."

    This started a series of playful flirtations between Noah and me,
where he referred to me as "Daddy" and asked a few candid questions about
my first time with a guy. I had no problem sharing the story with Noah
(and Eli, who'd already heard all of it. It was what led to him blowing
that load on my face a few weeks ago).

    Noah then decided to share one of his stories.

    "I've been fucking with this married dad for the past few months," he
said, adjusting his bulge, which seemed bigger ever since I'd started
telling my story. "He's closeted, but we fuck at his house when no one's
around. Then a few weeks ago, I get a message from this 20-year-old that
still lives with his parents, and he invites me over for a quickie, and
IT'S THE SAME HOUSE! It's the guy's son! They use different apps so they
don't know about each other, they're both like 'oh, if my family found
out they would kill me.' So I didn't tell them. I just have fun with both
of them."

    "Fuck, that's crazy," Eli reacted, grabbing his own bulge. "Imagine
if that happened to us," he said, looking my way.

    "Well, that can't happen since you're both out of the closet now, but
maybe something else can," Noah said suggestively. "Mr. G, why don't you
go sit next to your son on the couch?"

    I looked from Eli to Noah with confusion, but decided to do as I was
told.

    I got out of my armchair and as soon as I was on the couch next to
Eli, Noah was on his knees in front of us.

    "Did you know I used to have a crush on you, Mr. G?" Noah asked as he
put his hands on my crotch, rubbing my cock through my jeans.

    "You did?!" my son asked, sitting on my left. Apparently this was as
much news to him as it was to me.

    "Yup, all through high school, maybe even middle school," Noah said,
rubbing my cock while making eye contact with my son. In my pants, I felt
my dick rising until there was nowhere else to go but out.

    "You were the closest I had to a father figure," Noah -- who was
raised by a single mom -- said to me. "One time," he continued while
unzipping my pants, "I went through your laundry and jerked off while
sniffing your underwear. Fuck, I've been dreaming of doing this for so
long," Noah moaned and he opened his mouth wide, swallowing my cock in a
single gulp.

    "Fuck, that's hot!" I heard my son say. Two seconds later, Eli was
pulling out his own cock and starting to jerk off while watching me get a
blowjob right next to him. "It must feel great, finally tasting the dick
you've been lusting after for so long," my son said as he stroked his
boner, which my eyes were glued to.

    "Umpf, you have no fucking idea," Noah replied with a mouthful of
cock.

    "You've turned into such a fucking slut," my son continued. What
would normally sound offensive sounded like a compliment coming from Eli.
"I can't believe the first guy that ever fucked me is now a whore
bottom."

    "I remember that day," I said suddenly. The boys were both
sixteen, having a sleepover at Noah's while his mom was gone. After an
unusually long time in the bathroom, getting ready, Eli had confessed to
me that he was prepping for his first time. I'd felt so proud in that
moment, that my son would open up to me about something like that.

    "I remember it too. I remember you quizzing me all about it the
following morning," my son chuckled while stroking his cock, making eye
contact with me. "You were asking me all these questions about how it
went as soon as I got home. Meanwhile, I still had Noah's and Jake's cum
inside my ass."

    "What?!" I asked in shock, and judging by the way Noah gagged on my
cock, it sounded like he was shocked as well.

    "Yeah," Eli nodded. "That night, after Noah fucked me and loaded me
up, he was asleep and I bumped into his older brother in the living room.
Jake bred me as well."

    I felt my dick pulsing inside Noah's warm mouth, leaking precum down
his throat. Hearing my son talk about being "bred" and "loaded up," and
fucked by two dicks -- two brothers of all people! -- on his very first
night... It did something to me and I almost came inside Noah's mouth.

    Luckily, Noah was an expert cocksucker. He could tell I was close to
the edge so he stopped at the crucial moment, prolonging my pleasure.
Scooting a couple of feet to his right, he was now kneeling in front of
my son, while still stroking my shaft with his left hand.

    "My brother fucked you that night?" Noah said, licking his lips and
looking up at Eli. He grabbed my son's cock with his right hand and
stroked both of us at the same time and with the same exact tempo.

    "Yeah," my son nodded again. "I mean, you were good, I'm glad my
first time was with you. But Jake really knew what he was doing, he'd
fucked so many girls by then."

    "I can't believe you two went behind my back," Noah said, sounding
turned on by the idea.

    "Yeah, we fucked around for a few months until he went to college. On
more than one occasion, he'd blow a load inside my mouth and I would kiss
you shortly after that."

    "Fuck!" Noah and I swore simultaneously.

    I'd always thought that my son became "wild" only after meeting Greg;
that Greg was the one who corrupted my boy. Turns out, Eli was out there
being freaky even in high school. Even at 16, he'd experienced more
things than me at 46 today.

    "Jake fucked me in your bed several times," Eli said to his friend as
Noah put my son's cock in his mouth. "We went through a phase that summer
where I begged him to fuck me every single day. Fuck, I was even more of
a slut than you are now! I knew he was going away to college, so I wanted
to get every last drop of cum from his balls before he left."

    Hearing my son describe himself as a teenage slut, on a quest to get
a baseball jock's cum, as much of it as possible... I could feel my own
balls churning out cum, ready to blow...

    "I'm gonna cum!" I warned Noah, whose fist was still pumping up and
down my cock. Quickly, he moved his head from my son's lap onto my own.
As he did so, a long string of Eli's precum connected his cock with mine,
linking them together for a couple of seconds.

    "AHH, fuck!" I shouted, putting my hands on the back of Noah's head
and starting to fuck his throat.

    "Yeah, Dad! Give it to him! Trust me, he can take it. Go harder!"

    I took my son's advice and pounded Noah's throat mercilessly, the way
I'd never done to anyone else. The cocksucker gagged and drooled all over
my hairy lap, but I followed Eli's directions: "Go harder, Dad! Fuck his
face!"

    "AAAAARRRGGHH!" I grunted, almost barking as I unloaded inside Noah's
mouth. He's been lusting after my cum for most of his life, and now after
all these years he was finally receiving his reward.

    "Good job, Dad!" my son cheered me on, our knees bumping against each
other as I blew my load inside his best friend's mouth.

    "Don't swallow! Come here," Eli said next, and pulled Noah off my
cock as soon as I was done cumming. Gripping his hair, Eli brought Noah's
head back to his own lap and said, "Now spit! Spit my father's spunk all
over my dick."

    Noah did as he was told, and I watched in awe as my sperm glistened
on my son's cock. Eli stroked himself for a few seconds, before bringing
his fingers up to his mouth and licking my cum off of them.

    "Fuck, Son..." I muttered, not knowing what else to say.

    Pulling Noah's hair again, Eli shoved his own cock back in his
friend's mouth. Pretty soon, Noah got to swallow both Eli's cum as well
as my own when my son blew his load down his buddy's gullet.

    "Fuck," Noah said, wiping his lips as soon as he was done
swallowing.

    "Well..." I said, my half-hard cock still poking out of my jeans, "how
about I make us some lunch, huh?"

--

    Precisely a week later, my son and I were in LA. Greg had picked us
up at the airport on Friday night, and my son was right: there was
something off about Greg. Since it was late at night, we all went to
sleep as soon as we got to Greg's house and I didn't get a chance to talk
to him too much.

    The following day, Greg wanted to go out with Eli so they could talk
one-on-one. I realized this must be whatever "big conversation" they
needed to have, and instead of them going out I suggested I make myself
scarce for a few hours, so they could talk more comfortably at Greg's
house. Even though unusually quiet, Greg seemed grateful for my offer.

    With nowhere else to go, I got in touch with Toni, and we arranged to
meet for lunch at the restaurant where we first bumped into each other.

    "I have something for you," I said and presented the teen with a
gift-wrapped box. Inside it was a sexy jockstrap I'd bought at the gay
shop in Columbus that my son took me to after my birthday. It was red,
just like the jock Eli had picked for himself that day.

    "I know you like jocks," I said to Toni as he opened the box.

    "Thanks," he said, but he seemed kinda quiet as well.

    ("What's going on with everyone in LA," I wondered, "why is everyone
so moody? Is there something in the water? Nevermind, everyone here
drinks bottled water anyway.")

    "I'm here for the weekend," I said. "I'm staying with a friend."

    "Is that the guy you met here for lunch, the day you and I met?" Toni
asked.

    Thinking back, I remembered that Toni had walked into the
restaurant shortly after Greg that day.

    "Yeah," I said, "how do you know?"

    "Truth is... it's not a coincidence that we met. That day, I was
following that guy. I followed him into the restaurant."

    "You were following Greg?" I asked, completely lost. "How do you even
know him?"

    "I didn't back then, but I do now. You see, he..." Toni took my hand
in his, shaking like a leaf.

    "Shh, it's okay," I reassured him. I went into paternal mode and took
both his hands in mine, rubbing and squeezing them gently. "What's wrong,
baby?"

    "Oh, Daddy..." Toni took a big breath, mustering the courage to come
out with it. "Greg... Greg is my father."

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