Date: Tue, 25 Feb 2020 00:22:35 +0000
From: perseuswrites <perseuswrites@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Glory Days - Chapter 3

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Chapter 3 - Bedtime Stories

      It was getting later into the evening and Jake still hadn't come down
from his nap yet. I wondered whether he had found something more exciting
to do than spending the night of his birthday watching a movie with his
Dads. We were cuddled up on 'our' sofa under our cosiest blanket. My head
rested on Eddie's chest just beneath his shoulder and he was stroking my
hair softly. I glanced over at the empty sofa adjacent to ours, usually
occupied by Jake. This is exactly what we imagined when we were thinking
about having a child; having lazy nights together. Although he wasn't there
right now, I thought about the amount of nights spent together lounging on
these couches watching countless movies and TV shows. Sometimes they were
just background noise to our long conversations about anything and
everything. We were so lucky to have such a good relationship with Jake. It
was something we had worked hard for with love and care and openness. Some
parents could only dream of hearing their child talk at length about what
they did at school, or the gossip of their friendship group. We loved
hearing every detail no matter how mundane.

I looked up at the clock and realised the time. The movie was going to
start in 10 minutes and I didn't want Jake to miss it as I knew it was one
of his favourites.

	"Should we call Jake?" I asked Eddie, gently caressing his bare
chest under the blanket. "It's almost time."

	"Let's not wake the poor boy, he obviously needs the sleep. Face
it, he has seen this film a hundred times, I'm sure he won't mind."

The opening titles began. It wasn't just Jake's favourite movie. We loved
it too. Maybe for different reasons. It was a great step forward in
cinema. It was only a light-hearted rom-com about a High School student
harbouring the secret that he was gay and crushing on a few boys at
school. The movie follows him as he strikes up a relationship with another
boy at the school via email and so doesn't know his real identity. There
are laughs and sad bits and it really takes you through the trials and
tribulations of being a gay kid in school which, it turns out, can be
pretty similar to those faced by every kid. I loved it because we didn't
have this when we were growing up. It wasn't exactly ground-breaking as
romcoms go. It was your pretty standard formula of sickly-sweet scenes,
funny moments, and cheesy bits. For gay kids to have their own coming of
age story where being gay isn't the subject of trauma, though, must be a
good thing. We saw ourselves in some parts of it. The movie opens with a
joke from the Dad about catching his son masturbating. That hits close to
home!

Eddie likes it because he has a major thing for the actor playing the lead
character, Simon. He was an adorkable twink, but with the awkward charm of
someone desperately trying to fit in. Although the character was a high
school student, in true Hollywood fashion, the actor was in his early
twenties. We both had a wide range when it came to our taste in men. We
fooled around with guys, both as a couple or separately, from all parts of
the wide spectrum of men out there. Older, younger, black, white, tall,
short, hairy, smooth, big dick, small dick, and everything in-between. Any
combination going. There was something about this actor in particular
though that just got Eddie going. My hand was resting on his crotch and the
first scene was barely over before I could feel the lump in his pants
thickening.

	"I wonder what's got you so excited, big boy," I whispered as I
gently rubbed his package through the material of his underwear.

	"Oh, I think you know exactly what I'm thinking about!"

I was happily snuggled up to my man, fooling around under our blanket and
watching the movie. Ten minutes or so passed until Eddie piped up again.

	"I wonder who Jake's Second School crushes were," he said, thinking
out loud.

	"Well he didn't exactly have much choice did he. The downside to
being in the countryside is the lack of students! He grew up with most of
them. Probably saw them as friends only," I responded.

	"True. I hope he had this sort of school experience though. Being
able to not feel shitty about liking other boys,"

	"That boy loved school! I think if he had had any problems, we
would have been the first to hear about it. When has he ever shied away
from coming to us? I thought I was the worrier!"

	"I'm not worried," Eddie said quickly, "just, sort of, I don't
know, glad that times have moved on from when we were young. I hope he got
to experience things that we didn't get to, that's all."

	"He had it pretty good going I reckon babe," I replied, trying to
reassure him. "Look how many friends he has coming to his party on
Saturday. Its just the way it is, society will hopefully keep getting more
accepting. Generation after generation will have it better than the one
before. That's really what all of us want isn't it? To make sure the next
lot don't go through what we went through?"

	"You're right as always. For a worrier you've got your head screwed
on," he said, teasing me gently, but kissing my tenderly.

	"We at least know one crush he had growing up," I said, breaking
our kiss. "You remember how he was around one Mr. Clarkson in his final
grade of First School? He was smitten!"

	"Remember how Jake was around Anthony?! More like remember how YOU
were around him!"

	"I'm sure I don't know what you're referring to!" I said
unconvincingly.

He was actually referring to our first parents evening with Mr. Clarkson. I
still can't call him by his first name like Eddie does - there's just
something about the 'mister' that gets me going. We were his last
appointment of the day. Towards the end of the meeting, Mr. Clarkson asked
Jake whether he had picked out a book for his report. The class was about
to break up from school for a mid-term break and he had to do a book report
to present to class when they came back. He hadn't of course. Jake was
usually studious but sometimes forgetful. It was never a case of him
wanting to avoid his schoolwork and we believed him when he said it simply
slipped his mind. Eddie whisked Jake out the room to grab a book from the
library on the other side of the school so Mr. Clarkson could approve it
before we left.

I can't remember how our conversation resulted in what happened. I knew
Mr. Clarkson played for our team. We had seen him out at the gay clubs in
the city from time to time but we had kept a respectful, professional
distance. The parents evening was different though. He was in his early
thirties at the time he was teaching Jake and he looked so good in his
fitted, collared shirt and tie.

Whatever it was he said to me worked because before long I was underneath
his desk with his more-than-ample dick between my lips and his hand pushing
me down to his neatly trimmed pubes. One thing I do remember though is the
jolt that went through my body when I heard the door open and my boys
returning. I remember Mr. Clarkson's quick thinking, telling them I had had
to take a call and had gone back to the car as my hands gently tugged on
his balls. I remember being grateful that I was used to Eddie's thick piece
so I wasn't gagging or making any noticeable noise as he gently began to
fuck my mouth as they discussed the book. And I definitely remember how
much cum he fed me as Jake leaned over the desk to hug him goodbye, shot
after shot as he squeezed him tight. Eddie knew what was going on. Jake
wouldn't have spotted Mr Clarkson's cum face as he was distracted by the
embrace, but Eddie got a great view. I think he admired the sheer bold risk
he took. We had been doing a lot of riskier things since Jake had come
along and this was just another one to add to our ever-growing list. Eddie
and I had some amazing sex that night as I told him what had happened.

	"I think you know exactly what I am referring to," Eddie said as
his hand reached into my briefs and squeezed my cock. It had betrayed me. I
was so hard thinking about that evening that my dick was pulsing, a drop of
precum oozing out my slit. I removed my head from his shoulder and lay back
on the sofa next to him as he pulled my cock out from my briefs and started
stroking me under the blanket.

	"It was the best fucking parents evening we ever went to," I said,
breaking out into a smirk.

	"Well while you're in a mood to reminisce, you have a certain story
on your snacking habits to tell me about," he said, quickening his pace and
bringing his free hand across to my exposed nipple. He began to gently
pinch it, soft moans escaping from my mouth. It was short lived. We heard
Jake's bedroom door go and his rapid footsteps bowling down the stairs.

	"Shit! Sorry, I got distracted," he said bursting through the door
and staring at the television screen. "How long left?"

	"About half an hour left, kid," Eddie said, removing his hand from
my nipple, but not loosening his grip on my cock albeit the strokes being
gentler. Jake plonked down into his sofa and turned to us.

	"You should have said some-," he began before taking in the scene
before him. We weren't fully exposed or anything but the blanket wasn't
exactly an invisibility cloak. It clearly didn't take an astute 18-year-old
long to figure out what was going on. "On second thoughts I can see why you
didn't say a thing!" he said with a laugh.

	"We're only human, Jake!" Eddie said with a grin.

	"You say it like I don't know, Dad, what do you think took me so
long to get down here? I woke up from my nap like an hour ago!"

We were happy with the relationship we had build with Jake. The time had
paid off. We never wanted him to be ashamed of growing up or being scared
of sex. It can be such a nerve-racking thing for a teen. Trying to keep up
appearances with your friends, doing things you would never do just to fit
in. We didn't want that for him. We were glad he was comfortable talking to
us about anything like that. And now even joking about it.

	"Oh, this is my favourite scene," Jake said, tucking his legs up
against his body as he returned his attention back to the television. My
husband's hand was still slowly massaging my cock, his thumb gently rubbing
over my piss-slit. A moan escaped my lips and I could see Jake smirking in
my peripheral vision.

The rest of the movie played as Eddie edged me under the blanket. The
evening slowly turned to night and one by one we wondered upstairs to bed.

As Eddie climbed into bed next to me, my cock instantly returned to a
semi. His muscly body covered in a dusting of short dark hair. He oozed
manliness. He didn't make me cum earlier for obvious reasons and my dick
was aching for a release.

	"Wow," he said, pulling back the duvet and lightly drifting his
hand down my toned stomach. "I think its time you told me my bedtime story"

Eddie straddled me just below my waist. He leaned over to our bedside table
and grabbed one of many bottles of lube we had in stock.

	"Are you sure you can handle it?" I asked him tentatively. We were
both turned on and in a heightened pleasure zone. Our heads taken over by
the horn. We had discussed a lot of dirty stuff in our time, but this is
something we couldn't take back. There's no way it can be unsaid. He
lowered his body over mine, one hand rising up to grasp my neck, and
growled in my ear.

	"You're going to tell me how you came to eat our boy's load and
when you're done, we are both going to shoot a fucking ton. Do you
understand me?"

Fuck. I loved it when he took control. I had been teasing him with this
story all night. Fine. At least I knew he wanted to hear it. He wasn't
going to hold it against me. My dick was throbbing, his was growing every
second. It was now or never.

	"It was about three years ago..." I began, reminiscing about the
first time I tasted Jake's cum.

***

      I was in the shower in our bedroom. Eddie must have woken up earlier
as I could hear his heavy steps on the treadmill next-door. We were lucky
enough to have a very nice house, but as big and well built as it was, you
can't always escape the noise. Money can only get you so far. I loved
watching Eddie work out. Especially on the rowing machine or when he was
lifting weights. Thinking about his arms alone was enough to make me fondle
my dick as the warm water poured down my back. It was 7.00am and he was
doing some cardio before work. The noises stopped and I carried on with my
shower thinking I better clear out in case he wanted to use it. There was a
shower in the gym, but this one was a bit bigger, a bit fancier. A bit more
grand.

I lazily dried myself and fell backwards naked onto the bed. I began to
grab at my cock again. I love how my dick felt after a nice, long hot
shower. My balls a bit looser, a bit softer. A bit more... grand. I must
have been groping myself for about 15 minutes before I finally heard a call
from the hallway downstairs.

	"I'm off now, babe," Eddie boomed. "I should be done by about
noon!"

	"Love you," I called back. He must have used the gym shower after
all. A quick shower at that.

We had both been incredibly fortunate at the company we worked for. We had
met as junior staffers and had risen to the top relatively quickly. We had
a similar raw ambition. The downside was that it meant mostly boardroom
meetings and high-level corporate bullshit, which interested neither of
us. The upside was the money. A lot of fucking money! We had both taken
partial retirement at an age most people could only dream of and we were
forever grateful to the company for the privileged position we found
ourselves in so on the occasions they needed us in the office, we didn't
put up much of a fight. Most of the time we worked from home though. It
meant we could spend a lot of time raising Jake in his formative years.

The house-husband mode in me was triggered. I pulled on some pyjama bottoms
and grabbed the nearby empty washing basket. I wondered over to the gym to
grab his dirty gym-wear. When I opened the door, I was greeted with an
uncharacteristically messy state. He usually put all of his stuff in the
hamper but today it was strewn across the floor and the shirt laid out
across the sit-up bench.

	"Someone was in a rush this morning I guess," I muttered to myself.

I reached for his jockstrap first and raised it to my nose. I inhaled as
deeply as I could. The pouch was wet from the sweat worked up between his
thighs. The smell was heaven. A little lighter than usual, but still enough
to get my dick hard in my linen trousers. I tucked them into the pocket. I
was going to take them back to our room and use them while I jerked out a
morning load. I picked up his trainer socks and tossed them into the
basked. His shorts were flung in next.

I moved over to the sit-up bench and as I bent down to grab the shirt
draped across it, I noticed the splashes over the front of it. Thick
splatters of hot cum. I reached out to touch it. Still warm. Still
fresh. Fuck, it was a big load. He must have left it just for me. A morning
treat. I got on my hand and knees and my tongue slid over the shirt, taking
in as much cum as I could. It tasted sweeter than usual, but it still had
the thick consistency I was used to swallowing straight from his helmet. I
was taken to nirvana. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I devoured
the shirt and as I pulled back to look for more spunk like a greedy
animal. I realised I had cleared the lot. Something about that load this
morning was just so delicious. I licked my lips as I heard the shower in
the gym stop.

	"Fuck, had that been running this whole time?" I thought to
myself. I was on auto-pilot and must not have picked up on it - it was one
of those mundane background noises that you only realise was there when it
stops. It must be Jake. I stood up and grabbed Eddie's shirt and flung it
into the basket. It occurred to me that he might have seen it on his way
into the gym and if he had I didn't want him to know I had sucked every
last bit of it off. Let's face it, he was savvy. He knew we had sex. He
wasn't coy. But he didn't need to know the ins and outs of our pervy kinks.

The door to the gym bathroom opened and Jake stood there, his hair scruffy
and wet and water dripping down his tight torso. Since he had started
working out, he had really toned up. He was naturally quite slender anyway
and this had added definition in all the right places. The white towel
wrapped around his waist showed just a hint of bulge. He took after me in
that he had quite an impressive post-shower plump.

	"Morning sweetie," I said as I picked up the washing basket filled
with his Dad's gym clothes. I was trying to be as nonchalant as
possible. "Sorry, I didn't hear you in there. I just came to grab the
washing."

	"Oh..." he responded, looking slightly awkward. "Erm, I couldn't
find my kit so I just... err... grabbed some of Dad's kit this morning. I
can wash it if you like"

My face froze. This was all... Jake's stuff?! What the fuck had I done? I
was trying to make sense of it all and it every piece was fitting in. Why
hadn't I realised before? Obviously, it couldn't have been Eddie in the gym
earlier! He wouldn't have been able to shower and change and head out
within 15 minutes. The musky, sweaty jockstrap seemed somehow more
youthful. The huge load I had just sucked out of that shirt, sweeter. The
state the of the gym, Eddie always cleaned up after himself. Fuck!

	"No problem Jakie," I forced out. "Don't be silly, I can handle the
washing"

	"It's just, erm... after I finished my run I kinda... erm..."

I could tell he was trying to think of how to word his next sentence. How
do you tell your Dad that you got a post-run high and squirted a man-sized
load out onto your other Dad's running shirt? We had raised him to be open
but I guess there were limits even for Jake. In fairness to our boy, he did
do a lot of his own washing, and it suddenly dawned on me that this was
probably the very reason. How could I be so na‹ve! I helped him out.

	"Look Jake, honestly, I've got it covered. I've got out worse
stains!" I said with a chuckle, half trying to relax myself and half trying
to make sure there was no good reason for him to take back the shirt and
realise every drop of his cum had disappeared down my throat. To my relief
he laughed.

	"You know how it can be in the morning, Dad," he said with a smile
and glanced down to my pyjama trousers. "It looks like its your turn next
anyway!"

With that he left the gym to go to his bedroom. I looked down and realised
that not only had my dick remained rock hard throughout the whole
encounter, a small wet patch had seeped into the white linen making my cock
head almost visible. I made a lot of pre-cum when I was at my horniest, and
I don't think I've ever been so exhilarated. I guess Dad popping a boner
wasn't enough to scar him for life!

***

   And that was that. That's how a simple mistake resulted in me eating
what I thought was my husband's load but what turned out to be our boy's
fresh cum. I didn't mention how much I had craved tasting that sweet load
again ever since, how my eyes had widened so much earlier because I knew
that taste as soon as it hit my tongue. I had finally gotten to whet my
appetite once more.

I finished my bedtime story to Eddie, grinding my hips into his hand in the
same rhythm as he was pumping my dick. The lube made my cock
slick. Although my 7-inch prick was uncut, I loved a sloppy hand job. His
other hand was wrapped around his own thick piece and he was stroking at a
much quicker pace.

	"So... did you?" Eddie asked. I frowned, confused.

	"Did I what?" I thought. Was he asking if I liked it? He knew how
much I loved cum.

	"You said you put the sweaty jockstrap in your pocket so you could
take it back and masturbate with it. Did you?"

Fuck. I forgot I let that little detail slip. I stopped bucking my hips as
I paused to think of what to say. My mind instantly took me back to that
morning. Me, lying on this bed with Jake's sweaty, wet jockstrap pressed
against my nose as I pulled on my cock. Moaning as I inhaled the musk. My
cock throbbing as I unloaded the heaviest load I think I ever have. Using
the jock to clean my chest and stomach.

Eddie noticed I was pausing for time. He took his hand off his dick and put
it to my throat almost immediately. He was in control again.

	"I won't ask again, you dirty fucking cunt, DID YOU?" he roared,
his face inches from mine. Our eyes met. The words were formulating in my
mind but they couldn't escape from my mouth. I nodded. Admitting my dirty
little secret was too much. My dick finally got the release it was
craving. Eddie didn't slow down, his hand stroking my throbbing cock,
sending my cum in every direction as it spewed shot after shot of hot
spunk.

	"Fuck yes!" he screamed almost maniacally as his hand released my
throat and went back to his own dick. "Sniffing our boys jock you fucking
dirty perv, tell me how good it smelled"

I said the first word that sprang to mind when I first smelled it.

	"Heaven," I sighed.

	"FUCK YEAH!" he yelled, as he grabbed my hair, panting and pulled
my face towards his cock, covering my face and lips with his hot, thick
spunk. My mouth instinctively opened as I tried to catch as much of his
delicious cum as I could. "Fuck yes," he said again with a sigh and
collapsed onto me, our cum mixing between our bodies as we finally came to
rest.