Date: Wed, 25 Oct 2023 10:26:10 -0400
From: Phoenix <phoenixvixvi@gmail.com>
Subject: My Uncle and My Dad's Secret: Chapter 21

Chapter 21: "Sleepover with Dad"
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CHARLES:

    And just like that, my wife and I were now empty-nesters. After years
of struggling to have kids, after finally convincing my brother Austin to
be our sperm donor, after 18 years of raising our son Brett -- he was now
out of the house, off to college, and we found ourselves with a quiet
home and way too much time on our hands.

    Thankfully, Brett had decided to go to college just an hour's drive
away. He made us promise not to drive down every single weekend to check
up on him. We did our best to respect his wishes, but I still kept an
eagle eye out on his social media profiles to make sure he was okay.

    "Have you noticed how buff Brett is getting?" I asked my wife one
October Friday over breakfast.

    "What do you mean? He's always been athletic," she pointed out. "He's
been playing sports since he could walk."

    "Yeah, but now he's gotten BIG," I insisted, holding my arms out and
lifting my shoulders to make myself look as large as possible. "Have you
seen his selfies? He's at the gym every day with Juan, posting 'progress
pics,' as they call them."

    "I don't stalk my son's social media," Anne said sweetly, "and
neither should you. Honey, I know it's hard not having Brett around but
he's an adult now. He's a man, not a boy. I don't think keeping tabs on
him as close as you do is healthy."

    I sighed and decided not to argue this point any further. I knew Anne
would make me out to be even more of a "stalker" (what a choice of word,
when we were discussing our own child) if I told her that I also checked
the accounts of other people Brett followed. All of his recent follows
were other gay men who lived in Minneapolis. Some of them were young
adults, like him, but others were well in their 30s or 40s. One thing
that almost all of them had in common was the generous amount of skin
they liked to display in their posts. I physically blushed, looking at
some of the photos Brett had liked, which featured men in their skimpy
underwear or sometimes fully naked, covering up their genitalia just
enough to get away with it.

    Maybe Anne was right, and I was overstepping my role as a parent.
After all, I enjoyed a fair amount of porn when I was 18, as much as I
could gain access to it back then, so there was nothing abnormal about
what my son was doing. I just found it weird how openly people posted and
followed it these days. Even Brett's own posts, where he was flashing his
muscles in the locker room, were at times borderline pornographic. He
tried to make it all about his physique, but the fact that he posted pics
in his underwear -- including wearing jockstraps in multiple photos --
made me feel like it was all a bit too much. However, I had decided not
to make a big deal out of it, or even mention it to Brett. The last thing
I wanted was for him to block me or stop contact with me because he found
me overbearing.

    "Oh, by the way, I won't be able to make it to Brett's game tonight,"
my wife announced as she started clearing up the dishes. "I gotta work
late on a project. Will you be okay going on your own?"

    "Of course," I said. These days, when Anne and I went down to
Minneapolis it was to watch our son play hockey. This would be my first
time going without her, but I'd already made friends with some of the
other players' parents, so I knew I would have fun.

    As it turned out: I had TOO MUCH fun. Brett's team played
exceptionally well, scoring 7-0 against a team which was considered one
of the best in the league. After the game, a few of the other dads
invited me to go celebrate at a nearby bar. I was going to stop myself
after one drink, but people kept buying rounds and before we knew it we
were all too drunk to go home. At the end of the night some of the guys
called their wives to pick them up. Others took Ubers home.

    I hesitated. An Uber would cost me a fortune, but I couldn't expect
my wife to drive all this way and back. And then how would I get my car
back? Just then, I noticed Brett had posted a new photo earlier tonight,
which served as a welcome distraction. I tapped it open, and I was
shocked to see a naked photo of my son in the locker room, covering his
junk with a white towel, a huge smile on his face, while his teammates
celebrated their victory in the background. I was almost certain the
photo was taken by Brett's boyfriend Juan.

    I had to admit, I was impressed with my son's physique. His biceps
were incredibly chiseled and his abs literally looked like a washboard.
In addition to his muscle growth, he'd also managed to grow quite a bit
of chest hair. The hair thinned going down his stomach into a treasure
trail that connected to the bit of bush that was prominently peeking out
from the top of the towel. He was holding the towel directly over his
package, not leaving much to the imagination. I could clearly make out
his bulge and even the line of his shaft.

    Just then, I called my son and told him that the other hockey dads
had gotten me drunk. I explained it wouldn't be fair to have his mother
come pick me up and asked if I could crash in his room with him and Juan.
Brett had no problem with that and soon, I was making my way to his dorm
across campus. The walk was helpful in clearing my head a bit, though I
was still fairly tipsy by the time I reached the entryway.

    Coincidentally, a couple of other hockey players were at the door,
bragging to each other about the girls they'd just had sex with after the
game. They recognized me as Brett's dad so they let me into the building,
where I patted the boys on the back and made my way to my son's room.

    When he opened his door, Brett seemed surprised to see me.

    "Dad. I thought you would call me first. How did you get into the
building?" Brett asked, wearing nothing but a ratty pair of boxer briefs.
They sat low enough on his hips I could see that same bit of pubic hair
I'd spotted in his photo. He also looked semi-erect -- his bulge was
obnoxiously large.

    "A couple of guys let me in," I said, realizing I'd probably
interrupted an intimate moment between Brett and Juan. "I'm sorry for...
disturbing you guys like this," I said as I walked into the room.

    The lights were out but Brett used his phone flashlight to point me
in the direction of the beds. I knew from previous visits that the two
beds were usually pressed together. Tonight, they were separated, just a
few feet apart and parallel to each other, so I could sleep on one of
them.

    I remembered back when I was dating my wife in college and how
difficult it was to find a place to have sex while we lived in the dorms.
The boys were lucky: as a same-sex couple, they were allowed to share a
room.

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    I stripped down to my boxers and climbed onto the small mattress. The
sheets smelled used, like musk and sex. Beggars can't be choosers, so I
wasn't bothered by it and I quickly dozed off.

    I wasn't sure how long I'd been asleep, but a noise woke me up. My
eyes had adjusted to the dark, and from the moonlight coming in through
the window, I was able to make out the silhouettes of my son and his
boyfriend in the other bed. It looked like Juan was on all fours with
Brett kneeling behind him, my son's erect cock lined up with Juan's ass.
Holy shit, were they about to fuck? With me right next to them?!

    Next thing I knew, Brett's hips were moving forward and Juan moaned,
trying to stifle his noise with a pillow. Their bed started to squeak
gently as Brett began to pump back and forth, fucking his teen
boyfriend's hole. They were trying to keep the noise down, but I could
easily hear their suppressed grunting and whispering.

    "I need your dick, baby," Juan moaned.

    "Mmm, bet you do. I love fucking your boy-pussy," Brett whispered to
Juan in return, causing my dick to stir. I had no idea that these two
could get so explicit! But more importantly: I had no idea why the hell
was I so turned on by this?!

    Still feeling carelessly drunk, I slid my hand inside my boxers and I
started to play with my growing cock under the cover. It was fun to
stroke myself, all while my son was fucking in a bed only a few feet
away. I could even feel my sticky precum gathering at the tip and I used
that to lube my shaft.

    "Baby, I wanna play with your ass again," Juan suddenly whispered and
the sounds of fucking stopped.

    "Okay, but only a few fingers, just like we practiced," Brett
replied.

    The two switched positions and now my son was the one on all fours
with his ass in the air. I saw Juan's silhouette reach for a small bottle
and I heard the sound of lube squirting out. Then: a sharp inhale coming
from Brett, probably caused by a finger being inserted into my son's
hole. It was now Brett's turn to moan into the pillow as Juan began
finger-fucking him.

    Curious, my hand drifted to my own hole. It wasn't usually a part of
my body that I paid too much attention to, but I was inspired by my boy's
actions on the other bed. I gently pressed against my pucker, but I
tensed. I stuck my finger in my mouth and tried again. This time, I was
successful and managed to get one knuckle deep inside my virgin hole.
Surprisingly, my dick remained rock hard. Over the years, some buddies of
mine had talked about enjoying their wives sticking a finger up their
asses, but I never believed them. Now, I finally saw what the hoopla was
about. I worked my finger inside myself deeper and deeper, all while
discreetly stroking myself under the covers and watching my son have sex.

    "Fuck, I'm getting close. Let me dump it inside your ass," Brett
suddenly told Juan.

    Juan agreed and Brett quickly rolled over onto his back. Juan sat on
my son's cock and started bouncing, the squeaking of the mattress
resuming, louder than ever. The boys were too far gone to care about
noise by this point. In less than a minute, Brett was groaning as he
dumped a load inside his boyfriend, simultaneously jerking him off until
Juan came all over my son's chest. Listening to the sounds of their
orgasms, smelling their cum, I couldn't hold off any longer and I came
inside my boxers, biting my lip so I wouldn't make any noise. Thanks to
my intense cumshot, I fell asleep immediately afterward.

    I didn't wake again until the morning. I felt hungover, wondering
where I was for a second. Yes... I was in Brett's dorm room. What a crazy
night. I wasn't used to drinking, and it certainly messed with my head. I
had some wild dreams... I dreamt that I watched my own son and his
boyfriend fucking in the other bed, right next to me. And I jerked off
while watching them! What an insane dream -- that would never happen in
real life. Or so I thought... until I noticed the dried patch of cum
inside my boxers. It was no dream after all.

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