Date: Mon, 13 Apr 2020 13:09:55 +0100
From: Phoenix <phoenixvixvi@gmail.com>
Subject: My Son's Boyfriend is My Age: Chapter 3 (Category: Incest)

Chapter 3: "The Whole Story"
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ELI:

    "There you are, Daddy!" I said as soon as I saw my boyfriend walk up
to me. He probably couldn't hear me through the loud music at the bar,
but I'm sure the goofy, ear-to-ear smile plastered on my face let him
just how I felt.

    "Hey, baby," he winked at me and leaned against the bar, with all the
style of an old-school Hollywood heartthrob.

    "You don't mind if I leave a few minutes early?" I shouted at my
fellow bartender, impatient and eager to feel Greg's tongue in my mouth.
My coworker gave me the thumbs up and squatted under the bar,
deliberately moving backwards so I'd give Greg a view of my ass, my
low-riding jeans, and my jockstrap.

    "Sexy boy," Greg said when we were fact-to-face. As we started
kissing, he put him arms around me and slipped his large hands under my
T-shirt, caressing my back and moving down until he was holding the
waistband on my jock like a reign.

    "Fuck, Daddy, I've missed you," I moaned. It'd been three weeks since
we'd seen each other. The last time had been in Columbus for my father's
birthday, and because I got there a day late, Greg and I only had two
days together instead of three.

    I knew I should just accept Greg's invitation and move to LA. Not
like there's a shortage of gay bars where I could bartend there. But I
still wasn't ready to move all the way across the country, so far away
from my dad.

    Truth is, as an only child, I felt somewhat responsible for my
father. When my parents divorced, I got to witness how differently they
both took it. Mom remarried, had more kids, and built a whole new social
life for herself. Dad, on the other hand, only isolated himself from the
friends he'd had even more. Pretty soon, other than work, I became his
only link to society.

    In my senior year of high school, most of my friends were getting
ready to go to college, unlike me. A couple of them sat me down and made
me promise I'd move out of Columbus and become my own person. "You can't
babysit your own dad," they'd said. And they were right.

    Since I knew a few people who were moving to study in Chicago, I
decided to come try my luck here. After all, it was far enough from
Columbus that I could say I'm completely separate from my dad; yet close
enough that I could drive there if need be.

    Since moving here, I fell into the gay scene immediately. I realized
I was most attracted to the more sexual, more adventurous side of things.
And I started looking for a partner that was on the same page.

    Unfortunately, that wasn't simple. Everyone thought I had it easy
because I was so young. In reality, everyone I met was
either too adventurous (read: substance abuse issues) or focused on
getting married and adopting kids, which just wasn't my jig.

    When I met Greg, things immediately... clicked. I have plenty of
customers hit on me (especially men his age), but he had a way of
attracting me without even trying. He was just so... smooth. If it weren't
for his modern clothes, he'd look like he were from another era
completely. And when I found out he was a kinky one as well... well,
that's when I knew he was the one.

    "Who's that guy?" I heard Greg ask me while we kissed by the bar. My
coworker had already served us a couple shots to get us started.

    "What guy?" I asked disinterestedly, kissing my daddy's face. I
wanted to kiss, not gossip.

    "That young guy over there, checking you out?"

    I looked.

    "Oh, this guy I hooked up last week when I was bored."

    "Was he good?" my boyfriend asked.

    "Meh. He was okay. You're much better," I said, putting one hand
between his legs discreetly, looking forward to later tonight when I'd
get to have all of him.

    From there, we continued to kiss for quite a while, as people around
us danced and drank. We only took a break because we were literally
running out of breath from all the making out.

    "What about you, have you hooked up with anyone lately?" I asked
Greg.

    "Well, kinda," he smirked, even more mischievously than usual.

    "Ooh, this sounds good. Tell!"

    "Later. I wanna give you the whole story."

    "Oh, it's that good, huh?"

    "Ooohh, baby boy, you have no idea."

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    Two hours later, we were in a cab to Greg's hotel, barely able to
hold back from fucking right there in the car. I wouldn't have been
surprised if he's asked me to go ahead... and I wouldn't have said no.
Greg brought out the wild side of me like no one else, and
I loved letting him push me and challenge me to go further.

    When we got to the hotel, I was glad Greg had declined my invitation
to stay in my dingy little apartment, and had booked a nice room instead.
We fell on the bed, ripping each other's clothes off, both of us just the
perfect amount of drunk.

    "Do you wanna watch something?" he interrupted to ask.

    "Are you crazy? Now?! Absolutely the fuck not."

    Couldn't he feel how horny I was? This was no time for a movie.

    "Oh, but I think you're gonna wanna see this," he said, and reached
for his pants on the floor.

    When I saw him pull out his phone, I finally realized he wasn't
talking about seeing a movie. He turned on the TV and quickly connected
his phone to it.

    The video started in medias res. A handsome young man about my age
was holding two hard cocks in his hand, sucking on both of them. One of
them was clearly Greg's; I could pick it out of a lineup.

    My boyfriend paused the video, leaving it on the TV like an X-rated
screensaver.

    "Daddy's so naughty," I said, stroking both of our dicks as we lay
naked in bed. They were almost as hard as the two cocks on screen.

    "Yeah? You like it when your daddy gets naughty?" he said in that
seductive voice of his.

    "Oh, I fucking love it, Daddy. I fucking love it."

    Greg and I were in an open relationship and we often talked about our
individual "conquests," but I'd never seen a video of him hooking up with
anyone else before.

    "Do you wanna watch this as your Daddy fucks you?" he continued.

    "Fuck yeah!" I straddled him in under two seconds, sitting on his
boner with my back turned to him so I was facing the TV.

    "Good boy," Greg said, impressed by how quickly my hole managed to
swallow up his thick daddy cock.

    My boyfriend started to fuck me slowly and rhythmically, before
reaching back for his phone. "I've edited it so it's longer, for your
viewing pleasure."

    He played the video again, and I moaned out loud as I felt his dick
stretch out my boy hole. It felt fucking phenomenal!

    The video was clearly edited for length: parts of it were slowed down
and played over and over again, so we could fuck for a longer time while
watching it. This is why I loved my boyfriend: he thought about
everything.

    For about fifteen minutes, Greg fucked me while I watched him and his
buddy get their cocks sucked. From the cocksucker's uniform I could tell
he was a waiter. I pictured Greg out for dinner with one of his business
partners, and the two of them ending up getting head side-by-side in the
restroom.

    "Fuck, Daddy, your dick's amazing!" I moaned, reacting to both his
dick on screen and the way it felt up my hole in that very moment.

    "Yeah. And what do you think about my buddy's?"

    "He's got a nice one, but yours is so much bigger. So much fucking
bigger, Daddy. And thicker."

    I liked Greg so much, that I'd happily take his dick if it were the
size of my pinky. But still, it felt good to compliment his size,
especially compared to the other man's dick on screen.

    My boyfriend sped up, pounding my ass faster and faster as we watched
the video. The cocksucking waiter in it could comfortably quit his job
and start a career in porn: he was doing an excellent job. He juggled
both dicks expertly, rubbing them against each other the entire time,
creating friction that both tops audibly enjoyed.

    I wrapped my hand around my own cock, which had remained hard as a
rock this entire time, and started stroking it faster and faster as well.
When he noticed me speed up, Greg grabbed my wrist and made me go slower,
making sure I don't cum just yet.

    Of course, that only made me hornier. I edged myself and got closer
and closer each time. As my boyfriend fucked me harder, I could tell he
was getting ready as well.

    The Greg on screen came before the Greg inside of me. He shot his
load at the same time as the other man, as the cocksucker swallowed both
of their loads, rubbing their two cockheads against each other as they
came. From the movement and sounds they were making, I could tell Greg
and this other men were kissing as they shot their loads. It was a moment
that was both sweet and incredibly fucking sexy.

    And then, just as I was reaching my highest point of ecstasy, the
phone camera moved up and showed the face of the other man: my own
father.

    "FUCK!" I yelled.

    "Yeah?! How do you like that, boy?" Greg grunted, moving in even
deeper inside my ass, hitting my spot with incredible precision.

    "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," I moaned uncontrollably, my hand around my
cock, watching my father and my Daddy kiss on loop. The video played and
replayed the moment Greg's tongue went inside my dad's mouth. My father
moaned just as I was in this very moment. Fuck, we even sounded alike...

    "Ahhh!" I started to shoot my cum, spraying it all over the room. As
a proof of just how horny I was, I shot my largest load yet. I
surprised myself by how high up it went flying!

    A few seconds later, my hole was filled with Greg's cum, making the
pleasure I was feeling even more intense. Still, I continued to bop up
and down on his dick, extracting every last drop from his balls.

    Fuck! The pleasure was so intense, it was almost making me dizzy. I
took a second to catch my breath. I still couldn't believe what the fuck
was going on. On the TV, the video had stopped on the shot of my dad and
Greg kissing.

    I looked up and noticed that, for the first time ever, I'd literally
shot up to the ceiling.

    I started to laugh, falling back into Greg's embrace, unable to sit
up straight anymore.

    "I love you," I panted, as he put his arms around me tighter.

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