My Son's Boyfriend Is My Age

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Chapter 1: "Pleasure to Meet You"
(Part 1/2)

I never knew what to do with myself during the holidays, now that I lived on my own. The first day was easy; I enjoyed taking my time running errands and then relaxing. Day two was when the restlessness started to kick in. "God damn it," I thought. A week and a half of this.

It was the Sunday before Christmas. I dragged my feet to the kitchen first thing in the morning, and made some coffee and toast. I sat on the dining room table and opened up the computer which was already there. Facebook knew the person I cared most about and he was already on the top of my newsfeed: my son, Eli.[1]

I smiled, looking at the new profile photo he'd just uploaded. Fuck, when did he get so big? He was 21 and had his own life in Chicago now, but in my mind he was still my little boy. I guess that'll never change.

As if he knew I was looking at his profile, Eli messaged me that very moment.

"Morning, Dad. We're about to leave soon, so we oughta be there round 2 or 3."

I checked the time. It was about a five-hour drive to me in Columbus.

"Okay," I typed. "Love you."

"Love you too, Dad "

I looked at the rest of his photos. When he said "we" he meant him and his new boyfriend. Almost every picture in the album was the two of them. Only, I felt weird calling Greg my son's "boyfriend." At 43, Greg was just two years younger than me, and there was nothing about him that resembled a "boy."[2]

I'd never met Greg. Indeed, I'd never met any of my son's love interests. All I knew was that he was from California. He'd met Eli on a recent business trip to Chicago and things must be pretty serious between them if they're trying to make this work long-distance.

I scrolled through one photo after the other, trying to solve the mystery that was Greg. I wasn't a fashion guy, but I could tell everything he wore was expensive. I wondered if he was born into money, or made it himself. We might be the same age, but we couldn't look more different. His skin, his smile, his muscles, all looked immaculate.

I opened up Greg's profile next, for maybe the dozenth time in the past few days. From what I could see without being friends with him, everyone he socialized with looked like him: wealthy and obnoxiously handsome. "He better not be some rich California asshole playing with my boy," I thought and slammed the computer shut angrily.

—​

A few hours later, I was staring out my window anxiously. Eli had texted me they were almost here. When I noticed the coffee mug in my hand shaking, I wondered why I was so nervous. Could it be because I was meeting a boyfriend of Eli's for the first time? Or was it because that boyfriend was Greg?

When I saw a black Range Rover pull up in my driveway, I put my mug down and got ready to open the door. I was happy to see my son was smiling as he got out of the passenger seat. He looked happy. Greg got out from behind the wheel. It felt weird to see him in person, right outside, after weeks of looking at photos of him.

"Hey, Dad!" Eli gave me a warm hug on my threshold. "We made it in time to light the candles."

"Yes, you did. Come on in."

"Dad, I'd like you to meet Greg. Honey, this is my dad."

"Isaac, nice to meet you," I introduced myself and offered Greg my hand.

"Pleasure to meet you, Isaac," Greg gripped my hand and gave it a strong, confident shake. He flashed me his smile, and I felt like he was some sort of celebrity. He looked like those people you see on TV but never in real life.

"C'mon in," I said, trying to sound as casual as possible and closing the door behind them.

"Is that your car out there?" I asked Greg, fully aware my son couldn't afford what looked like a brand-new Range Rover on his bartender salary.

"No, I rented it for the week. I'm flying back to LA after this," Greg said. Even when he talked, he sounded like a news anchor or something.

I invited them into my living room and offered them something to drink. They both opted for coffee. We spent the next half an hour talking about how they met (Greg went to Eli's bar on his first night in Chicago) and how they were making things work long-distance.

"It's a lot of work," Greg smiled at me again, "but he's worth it."

He put his hand on my son's knee and gave it a squeeze. Eli smiled and went to give Greg a kiss. What started off as a quick peck developed into a more passionate kiss, right in front of me. I felt a bit awkward, but didn't say anything.

"C'mon, I'll show you my room," Eli said to Greg when he was done sucking his face.

"Oh shoot, I forgot to make your bed," I said. "I'll grab you some sheets."

The three of us all headed upstairs. Eli took Greg to his room and I went to my bedroom next door.

I closed the door to get to the closet where I kept the spare sheets. Even with the door closed, I could hear Eli and Greg talking through the wall.

"So is this the room you had as a kid?" Greg asked.

"Yeah. Mom and Dad had the room next door, but after the divorce she moved to Florida."

"Is this still the same bed?"

"Yup," said my son's voice.

"And have you ever been fucked on it?"

"No. Not yet," I heard Eli answer, followed by what sounded like more kissing.

I looked down and realized I was clutching my fists, digging my fingernails into my hands.

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"Dad, c'mon, it's almost sunset!" Eli shouted from downstairs.

"I'm coming!" I replied from my bed.

After overhearing Greg and Eli I'd decided to give them some space, so I just hung out in my room. They were still in the honeymoon phase and could obviously use some time alone, and who could blame them? They only got to see each other occasionally, which probably made things more… passionate when they did so. I just hoped my son knew you could hear stuff through these walls, and that he'd be considerate.

As for me, I didn't want to say anything; partly because I didn't want to make things weird, but also because I always tried extra hard to assure my son I had absolutely nothing against him being gay.

I went down to the living room, where I saw Greg sitting on the couch and my son holding two menorahs.

"C'mon, it's time to light the candles," he said to me.

"Barukh ata Adonai…" Eli and I recited while lighting the candles, then went to sit down next to Greg.

"You know, I don't know too much about Hanukkah," Greg said.

"Wait right here," my son jumped off the couch and headed upstairs, leaving me alone with his boyfriend.

At first I felt weird being left alone with Greg, but that only lasted a few seconds, until he started talking to me. He was incredibly charismatic; there was just something about him that made you feel comfortable and made you open up to him. A few minutes later, my son was back in the room, holding a bunch of books.

"These are from when I was growing up," Eli said, handing Greg the pile of children's books and sitting down in his lap. "Do you remember getting me these, Dad?" he looked to me.

"Yes. Some of them were mine from when I was a kid."

I watched Eli and Greg flip through the books, perfect for explaining Hanukkah to children and goyim. I sat back and smiled. Yes, it was weird to see my son sit on another man's lap when he'd previously only sat on mine; but I was happy to see him so enthusiastic about sharing something with Greg. Greg was smiling, and caressing my boy's back.

"Maybe he's not so bad after all," I thought.

—​

"Ah. Ooh. Mmm, yes. Ah, Daddy. Daddy."

I woke up in the middle of the night in a haze. I must've been dreaming. I heard my son's voice, calling me "Daddy," something he hadn't called me in years. It took a few seconds for me to wake up before I realized it wasn't a dream. The sound was real, and it was coming from Eli's room.

"Yeah? You like that?"

"Ahh, fuck yeah, Daddy."

I lay dumbfounded in bed. My son and his boyfriend were having sex right on the other side of the wall. They weren't even trying to keep it down; I could hear almost everything.

"That's okay, nothing wrong with that," I tried telling myself. Okay, Eli calling another man "Daddy" while having sex with him was a bit weird to me, but not unheard of. What I did next, however, was less ordinary.

For some godforsaken reason, I got up and put my ear to the wall. Like this I could hear even clearer.

"Fuck yeah!"

"Mm, fuck me, Daddy."

"Yeah. You daddy's little boy?"

"Yes, Daddy. Fuck me."

"Good boy."

The moans, grunts, and verbal exchanges continued. It took me a few minutes to even realize I was standing there in nothing but briefs and I was getting cold. What the hell was I doing?

In my white briefs, I realized my cock was rock-hard.

"I woke up like that," I told myself. I must've had a sexy dream, and I woke up like that. It had nothing to do with my son in the other room.

I held my breath, not making any noise so I could hear better. I continued to hear my son moan. "He's the one being fucked," I realized, as the sounds of two bodies slamming into each other came from the other side of the wall.

"Why the fuck am I so interested?" I continued to ask myself, as precum started to leak onto my briefs.

It's been quite a few months since I last had sex. That must be it! I was so fucking horny, that any mention of sex was enough to get me riled up.

"Fuck, Daddy."

"Take it. Take it!" Greg's dominating voice said loudly.

Or could it have to do with my son's boyfriend, his age, him being Eli's "Daddy" now? Hearing my son say that word again?

"Good boy. Take daddy's cock," came from the other side of the wall.

Holy shit, I could probably cum right here and right now, without even touching myself. I closed my eyes and couldn't hold back anymore. I reached for my dick.

As soon as my hand went inside my underwear and my hard cock found its way between my fingers, it was like two pieces of a puzzle perfectly clicking together. It felt warm, and pleasant. And maybe… maybe the fact this was so taboo made it that much hotter.

I continued to listen carefully to my son taking it up the ass while I stroked myself. The grunts and smacks only got louder, as if the two didn't know or didn't care that somebody could hear them. Or that that somebody was Eli's dad.

After a while of me completely losing myself in the moment, I heard my son's boyfriend grunt louder than ever. In my mind, I could see him thrusting faster and harder, violating my son's hole. He was close, I could tell. I accelerated my strokes as well, imagining us doing it at the same pace.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he yelled.

"Fuck yeah. Breed me, Daddy," my son moaned.

"Fuuuck!!!" Greg shouted. I bit my lower lip, trying not to make any noise as I shot my load, eyes tight shut. My jizz landed all over the wall, just as Greg's cum shot inside my son's ass.

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Chapter 2: "Birthday Blowjob" (Part 1/2)

ISAAC:

"Now who the hell could that be?" I said out loud to myself, slowly getting up off the couch to answer the door. Just as I had made myself comfortable for an afternoon of TV and nothing else.

Walking toward the front door, I realized it must be a delivery. It was my birthday, and every year since he moved out to Chicago, my son Eli would have a present delivered to my house on this day. My frustration quickly dissipated and I started to smile. It didn't last very long, however. My smile was replaced by a look of utter confusion as I opened the door.

"Greg?!" I almost shouted.

"Happy birthday!" Greg waved away the large helium balloon he was holding to reveal his handsome, smiling face. There was no one else around, including Eli.

So then what was my son's boyfriend doing here?!

—​

I never managed to get over what happened over the holidays. My main tactic so far was suppression. It worked during the day, usually. But then at night, I'd wake up to echoes of "Boy, do you wanna swallow Daddy's cum?" in my head, only to find I'd shot a load all over myself. For the first time since high school, I was having wet dreams.

The remainder of the time that Eli and Greg spent at my house, after… after the kitchen "incident" in December, was surprisingly fairly normal. My son and his boyfriend continued to make out all over the house, as passionate as you'd expect a couple that was in a long-distance relationship to be. But when it came to fucking and sucking, they kept that confined to Eli's room. I got a pair of earplugs, determined to ignore the noise and give them privacy.

Right before they left, Eli gave me a strong hug and, with his arms still around me, looked me in the eyes and said, "Dad, it's alright. We had a great time here. And I can't wait to see you again. Everything's cool."

He finished off by giving me a kiss on the cheek, and headed off to join Greg in the car.

—​

An empty car stood parked behind Greg as he waited at my doorstep. Another rental, I was sure. But where the hell was my boy?! Did… did Greg come here by himself? For my birthday?

"Are you gonna let me in?" Greg asked, shivering. It was March, and it was still cold in Columbus. In true Californian style, Greg wasn't even wearing a jacket.

"Sure, come… come on in," I moved out of the way so Greg could step inside, maneuvering the large balloon through the doorframe.

I stood holding the door open for another couple of seconds, as if my son was gonna appear out of thin air and walk in behind Greg.

"Eli's coming later," Greg finally answered the question that was on my mind. I shut the door and we both walked toward the living room. "I just came from the airport, I caught a morning flight. Eli's working for a couple of hours today, but he'll be driving here as soon as he's done."

"I… I could've picked you up at the airport," I mumbled, unsure what else to say.

"Eli wanted us to surprise you. So: surprise!" Greg said louder, handing me the balloon.

"Oh, it's a surprise, alright," I thought, giving my son's boyfriend a hug and letting the balloon float to the ceiling.

"So how old are you now?" Greg asked me unabashedly.

"45."

"Oh. So when I turn 44 later this year, we'll only be a year apart," he winked at me, obviously amused by the fact.

"Right. Can I get you something to drink?" I asked, happy to change the topic.

Greg asked for coffee and I went to the kitchen, happy to have some time to myself to gather my thoughts. My hands trembled as I tired to open the coffee jar. What the fuck was I so nervous about?!

The few minutes in the kitchen helped me calm down, and I rejoined Greg in the living room. He'd already made himself comfortable on my couch, sitting with his legs spread wide open and his hands behind his head. I felt awkward, almost submissive, serving him his cup of coffee while he waited like that. It didn't help that the cup was full and my hand was shaking.

As soon as I sat across from Greg, though, and let him take charge of the conversation, I started to relax. I'd forgotten how comfortable Greg could make one feel, and how pleasant it was talking to him. He picked all the right topics, and switched from one to the other seamlessly. Before I knew it, the sun was already going down outside.

"Shit," Greg said, looking at his phone. "Eli won't be able to make it."

"What?" I said, shaken back to reality. I'd completely forgotten we were waiting for my son.

"His shift got extended," Greg explained. "He offered to come after, but I don't want him driving so late, not after working for so long. It's a long drive from Chicago."

"Yes, of course," I agreed, touched to hear Greg talk this way. "I don't want him driving so late"… He spoke of my son as if he were his own.

GREG:

"Can I get you gentlemen anything to drink?" the young server asked.

"A bottle of your finest champagne, for the birthday boy," I replied, pointing to Isaac.

"Happy birthday!" the charming guy smiled to Isaac. "I'll bring that right over."

"You didn't have to do this," Isaac said humbly when it was just he and I. Even with the dim lighting in the fancy restaurant, I could tell he was blushing.

"Nonsense. We have to celebrate. 45 is a nice, round number. Halfway through your 40s."

"Ha! Thanks for reminding me."

"Oh, please. I'm practically the same age, so I'm allowed to say it. Besides, your 40s are awesome. I get more ass now than I ever did," I said, fully aware it was Isaac's son's ass I was talking about.

"There we go," the eager server reappeared, sparing Isaac the need to react to my comment. The boy popped the bottle open and filled two glasses for us, taking his time, smiling and chatting with us, before disappearing again.

"To you. Happy birthday," I said, holding up my glass in the air.

"Thank you," Isaac replied, making eye contact with me and smiling. We clinked glasses and took a sip.

"See, that's what I'm talking about," I whispered to Isaac, nodding my head toward the server.

"What?"

"He's totally flirting with us. He thinks we're a couple," I winked.

"Oh." Isaac looked toward the server, only for him to make eye contact with us again and wink. Isaac quickly averted his gaze.

"That's what I meant," I explained. "Being in your 40s is awesome. Demand for daddies is at an all-time high. You got guys in their 30s dyeing their hair gray just to look older."

"Too bad it doesn't work that way with women," Isaac laughed.

"Of course it does! You just need to know where to look."

We both took another sip of champagne. In no time, the server was at our table again, to take our food orders and flirt some more.

"Have you ever done anything with another man?" I asked Isaac casually when it was just the two of us again.

"Have you ever done anything with a woman?" he surprised me by boldly asking me my own question.

"I have. Twice. Once before I knew I was gay. And once a few years ago, just for fun."

I raised my eyebrows, surprising Isaac right back with my answer.

He reached for his glass and took another sip.

"I've never had sex with a man, no."

"That's not what I asked," I smirked. "I said 'have you done anything.'"

"I've done plenty of things with other men. I've shared an elevator; I've climbed a tree; I've put up a tent…"

"Okay, okay, Mr. Wise Guy," I laughed. By the time I'd stopped laughing, our food was already at our table.

"Mmm. Exquisite," I said, tasting my steak. I'd picked the highest-rated restaurant I could find to bring Isaac to, and it'd been the right choice. "Too bad Eli couldn't be here," I said, imagining my boyfriend coming home from work to whatever stale leftovers were in his fridge.

"How are –" Isaac took a break to chew and swallow his food. "How are things between you two? With the long distance and everything?"

"Pretty good," I answered truthfully. "It can be tricky sometimes, but nothing we can't handle. I've offered him to move to LA, but he says he wants to stay in Chicago for now. I think he doesn't like the idea of being so far from you," I added matter-of-factly. "At least this way he feels like he's closer."

"Oh," Isaac said, looking back down at his food.

"But being together long-distance has its advantages," I continued, "especially in an intergenerational relationship."

"A what?"

"An intergenerational relationship," I repeated. "I've dated other younger guys, and that's another thing that takes getting used to. This way, Eli can go out and party and get it out of his system when he's alone. And when we get together we usually stay in more, or go out for nice dinners like this."

"Well, hopefully Eli doesn't feel like you're cheating on him, taking me out for dinner instead," Isaac joked.

"Not at all," I smiled. "Quite the opposite, I'm sure he's thrilled. Besides, he and I are open, so it wouldn't be cheating," I winked at Isaac.

My boyfriend's dad looked down again, hiding his reaction awkwardly, before quickly changing the subject.

"In-ter-generational," Isaac enunciated. "I need to remember that. It's a new word for me."

"Just stick with the gays, you'll learn plenty. We keep coming up with new words every week."

"Ha!" Isaac laughed, and put more food in his mouth.

"Does it bother you?" I asked.

"What?"

"That I'm your age. That Eli calls me 'Daddy'?"

Isaac started to chew very, very slowly, almost as if prolonging the time until he could answer.

"It took… some getting used to," he said, finally swallowing. "But I wouldn't say it 'bothers' me."

"Good," I said, switching to more serious mode. "I know what he and I have might seem… unusual, to you. But I love your son, Isaac."

"Good," he replied, looking me in the eyes this time. "That's all that matters."

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By the time we were done with the second champagne bottle, I needed to take a piss. The restaurant had single-stall restrooms; and even I, used to swanky LA places, was surprised how elegant they were. I took a piss, washed my hands, and on my way out, bumped into the flirty server waiting outside the door.

"How's it going?" I smiled. The hallway we were in was dimly lit and narrow.

"Good, thank you," the boy smiled back. "I just wanted to make sure everything was okay."

There was no mistaking what he was doing here. There was no one else around, and there were two other unoccupied restrooms right there. He was specifically waiting for me.

"Oh yeah, everything's okay," I said at a low voice, taking another step forward. "But it could always get better as well," I smirked, closing the distance between us, pinning the server against the dark wall behind him.

He closed his eyes and opened his lips, silently beginning for me to kiss him. I took a quick second to admire his cute face, before going on for a rough kiss. Immediately, we started making out passionately, not giving a fuck about anyone walking in on us.

"Do you want to get your partner as well?" the boy asked after a minute of kissing, confirming my suspicion that he thought Isaac and I were a couple.

"Why, do you like him?" I whispered naughtily and gave him another kiss.

"You're both hot."

"Yeah? You into daddies?"

"Fuck, yes," he moaned and continued to kiss me.

"Go inside," I pointed to the restroom I'd just walked out of. "I'll be right back."

I walked back through the restaurant, past all the elegant diners, amused by the fact they had no idea what I was up to.

"Do you want a blowjob?" I asked Isaac bluntly as I sat back across from him at the table.

"What?" he looked bewildered, and for once I couldn't blame him.

"The guy that's serving us, he's in the restroom. He's into you. So I figured you might like a birthday blowjob," I said devilishly.

"Stop fucking around," Isaac brushed me off.

"I'm serious. Look around, do you see him anywhere?"

Isaac looked around, only to see the server was indeed gone.

"You're serious, aren't you?" he looked back at me in amazement.

"Yup. I was right, he thinks we're a couple. Wants to hook up with both of us."

"You're fucking nuts."

"Yeah," I leaned forward and whispered, "but tell me you don't wanna do it."

—​

Three minutes later, I left the table, leaving enough cash behind so they'd know we hadn't dine-and-dashed. The table was now empty; Isaac was already in the restroom I'd given him directions to.

I headed there myself and knocked on the door three times, before I heard it unlock. When I walked in, I found the cute server down on his knees. In front of him, my boyfriend's father's dick stood as hard as a rock.

"Nice," I said, reminded of the last time I'd seen Isaac's dick hard like this. The time he'd ended up cumming on his own son's face. He could play shy and coy all he wanted, but I knew Isaac had it in him to get real fucking freaky.

I undid my zipper and let the young man take my dick in his mouth. While he was busy sucking me and getting me hard, Isaac looked at the blowjob closely and jerked himself off, just as he did when it had been his son sucking me.

I'd had a semi since I first kissed the server, and I was fully hard in no time. The boy was a good cocksucker and he obviously had a sense of fairness: after sucking me for several minutes, he moved back on to Isaac so he wouldn't feel ignored.

I had a different idea, however. As the guy was sucking off Isaac, a took a step forward and brazenly put my hard dick right next to Isaac's, making the server look up at me.

"Can you handle both at the same time?" I smirked.

With a twinkle in his eyes, the boy licked his lips before adding, "I'll try, Daddy."

My boyfriend's father and I now stood side-by-side, our hard-ons like two crossed swords. I could feel Isaac's nervous energy as he stood right next to me; slightly older, slightly shorter, and with a slightly smaller dick than mine. (Okay, maybe that last part was more than just a "slight" difference, but hey, I don't want to get too cocky. Pun intended.)

The eager cocksucker opened his mouth as wide as he could, and squeezed both of our dicks together with his right hand, before taking them both in his mouth. Isaac and I moaned out at the same exact time, feeling our cock heads rubbing against each other, wet with the boy's saliva, as well as both of our precum mixing together.

I'd left a generous tip for the server at the table, but he deserved ten times that. He was fucking phenomenal! He sucked both Eli's dad and me simultaneously, mostly focusing on the tips of our dicks, occasionally taking one dick at a time deep in his throat for a couple of seconds. He managed to bury his nose in Isaac's pubes; but when it came to sucking me, the boy couldn't manage to take all my dick down his throat without gagging.

Dripping saliva all over his nice uniform, the server continued to suck us as I made eye contact with Isaac. I'd seen him cum before, but this time our faces were inches from each other, and our fucking cock heads were touching. His eyes were shut in ecstasy, until he opened them and made eye contact with me. After that, he couldn't (or wouldn't) look away.

As the server's tongue and lips worked our dicks, I could swear I saw Isaac's lips moving. He was whispering… no, not even whispering, just moving his lips. I tried to read them, when I realized what he was asking.

"Kiss me," he was mouthing.

I took a deep breath and leaned forward, shoving my tongue in Isaac's mouth just like I'd done to the server minutes ago, roughly and passionately. Isaac kissed me back with all the eagerness and gusto his son always did it with.

I put my arm around the birthday boy, both for support and as a sign of affection. Within seconds, I felt Isaac's whole body start to shake. He was about to cum.

Quickly, I reached for my phone, before closing my eyes again and losing myself in the kiss Isaac and I shared. I was right: he was about to cum. He let out a loud moan, muffled by my tongue in his mouth. I felt him cum as I kissed and hugged him, and pretty soon, I was shooting a load myself. I could feel the wonderful cocksucker do his best to swallow both of our loads as cum shot out of our cock heads, squished together side by side.

Isaac let out another moan and put his arm around me. It was a good thing we were there to support each other; we were both getting weak in the knees from shooting so much cum.

"Happy birthday," I whispered in Isaac's ear, quickly glimpsing down at my phone. I'd managed to get our cumshots on video. I thought of Eli, as I pocketed my phone, kissing his dad.

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Chapter 3: "The Whole Story" (Part 1/2)

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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Chapter 4: "Your Father Should Be Proud" (Part 1/2)

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"Daaad. Mmm, it's so good to see you!"

My son gave me an extremely tight hug when I picked him up at airport, as if I'd just returned from war.

"Whoa, buddy, everything alright?" I laughed.

"Yeah. I'm just sorry I didn't make it earlier."

"Don't be silly," I said, as I took his suitcase and started rolling it toward the car. "There's still two days to go before Passover."

"It's just that one of the bartenders quit, and there were extra shifts to pick up. And I could reallyuse the money, and –"

"No need to explain yourself," I said, buckling up my seatbelt. "Unless, do you need some money? You know you can always ask me."

"No, it's fine, Dad. I'm just trying to save up. Everyone already thinks Greg's my sugar daddy, so I gotta prove them wrong," Eli stuck his tongue out as I started driving.

Ever since I'd met Greg, he seemed to become an inescapable third party in my relationship with my son. Eli seemed fine; he seemed happy. Yet, I couldn't help but worry: how much did he know?

Not a day went by that I didn't think about what happened on my birthday. If I did some mental gymnastics, I could somehow justify getting my dick sucked right next to Greg. "Oh, it was another guy sucking us"; "He and my son are in and open relationship". But the kiss… There was no way to justify kissing my son's boyfriend with such eagerness and passion. So I wondered: did my boy even know about it? And do I bring it up now?

Eli arrived the day after my birthday and stayed with me for two days, but I never got the opportunity (or courage) to tell him. He and Greg were having a nice time, and I told myself that I didn't want to get in the way of that.

As time went by, I realized I just didn't have the chutzpah to do it. Besides, Greg must've told him already, right? He and Eli seemed open and honest with each other. Yes, I'm sure he told him. They probably just had a laugh about it and decided to ignore it.

Finally convinced it was better to just ignore everything, the knot in my stomach loosened up. I pulled up in front of the house and my son and I left the car. Greg wasn't here this time, but I could still feel his presence here with us.

Lately, my son had gotten more confident with his body, or at least less embarrassed about being seen naked. When he was growing up, since it was just us boys in the house, catching a glimpse of each other in just underwear or naked wasn't a huge deal, but we were never the type of people who paraded around nude.

Now however, I saw Eli in the buff every single day. He didn't bother covering up first thing in the morning after sleeping naked, or closing the bathroom door when taking a piss. I wondered if it was because he was a grown man now, or if it was all Greg's influence.

No doubt Greg walked around naked 24/7, flaunting that dick of his. I'm sure I would do the same if my cock were that big. "Stop it!" I scolded myself when I caught myself thinking that way. Yet controlling my thoughts was easier said than done.

Truth is, I don't even know if Greg was that huge. Not like I had much to compare him to. He was definitely bigger than average, but in the weeks that had passed since I'd seen his dick, I seemed to add an inch to it every time I saw a mental image of it in my head.

My daydreaming turned to nighttime dreams, which were even more vivid. Greg walked around with a humongous schlong flopping between his legs, while my son kneeled and begged, "Mmm, yes. Ah, Daddy."

In my mind, Greg's cock grew until it was as big as his forearm.

"You daddy's little boy?" he asked my son. "Take daddy's cock."

I saw my son slobbering over Greg's giant balls, as his dick only continued to grow impossibly big. The verbal exchange between them was made up of things I'd heard them say to each other at my house.

Then, I realized I was there as well. In my dream, standing on the side, timidly watching them. When Greg noticed me, he smirked and his cock rose even more, as if you say "You wish yours were this big."

"He likes sucking Daddy's cock," Greg said to me, looking me straight in the eyes as my son tried to swallow his cock. Eli could barely fit the cockhead in his mouth; Greg's dick was too big for him. It was too big for any human being.

"Do you wanna swallow Daddy's cum?" Greg turned to Eli. "Your real daddy?"

"No," I begged, shaking my head. Greg snapped his fingers and suddenly my clothes disappeared.

He pointed his finger at me. Like a puppy, my son obediently crawled from Greg's gigantic cock to my smaller-than-average penis. I felt embarrassed and inadequate. Eli managed to take all of it in his mouth easily.

"Good boy," Greg said, looking me dead in the eyes as my son sucked my cock. I couldn't tell which one of us he was addressing…

"FUCK!" I woke up with a jolt, as if electrocuted while I was asleep. Looking down, I noticed I'd shot my cum all over myself in the middle of the night again.

—​

"I'm off! I'll see you in a couple of hours," I heard Eli yell to me in the laundry room, as he shut the front door and left the house.

That morning, Eli found out a high school friend of his was back in Columbus, and they arranged to meet up. As for me, I decided to spend the day doing chores in an attempt to keep Greg (and last night's dream) off my mind. First on my list was laundry. The first load was done just as Eli left the house.

I went to his room to drop off the couple of pairs of underwear and socks he'd left to be washed. I folded them neatly and laid them on his bed, just as I heard his laptop chime. I tried to ignore the notifications, but there were quite a few of them and they piqued my curiosity.

The computer was open and still unlocked. I moved my finger on the trackpad so the screen wouldn't lock. On it, Eli's messaging app was open. From his phone, Eli was currently texting back and forth with Greg, and the messages were popping up on his computer as well.

I started reading from the first message Greg had sent today.

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"Oh, fuck!" I thought. Looking down, I realized my son wasn't the only one getting hard. My cock was filling up the boxers I was wearing around the house, and starting to poke out of the leg.

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As I read their exchange, my hand wandered between my legs. At first I simply let it rest on my thigh, telling myself that No! I will not be masturbating to my own son sexting with his boyfriend. There was no use in kidding myself, though. Mere seconds later, my fingers were wrapped around the shaft of my cock, stroking it up and down. On a bus nearby, I pictured my son doing the same.

And then, just as I was starting to feel guilty over what I was doing, Greg did something to make sure I wouldn't stop now: he sent a video!

With my hand shaking, I clicked to open it full screen.

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"Yeah, look at Daddy's big cock, boy," Greg's smooth voice came from the computer. Fuck, he sounded so sensual! He talked like a fucking actor. On screen, I watched my son's boyfriend stroke his boner, precum dripping from it's pick mushroom head down its long shaft.

Everything about the video made me envious. Greg's huge tool. The expensive watch around his wrist. The elegant furniture in his room. The California sun shinning in. I just wasn't sure if I was envious of him… or my son.

"Daddy's saving this cock just for you boy," Greg continued and I watched, imagining my son jerking off on the bus just like I was doing right here in his childhood bedroom. "When I see you next, I'm gonna give it to you soooo good. Oh, I'm gonna make you moan and beg for it. I'm gonna spread you tight little boy hole and fuck you until you can't take it no more."

I followed as my son's boyfriend sped up his stroking and started to grunt aggressively.

"Fuck, I'll fuck you so good. You'll be shooting your cum up to the ceiling, just like the time we watched the video of your dad and me getting our dicks sucked."

WHAT?! I almost fell of the chair when I heard that. There was a video of what'd happened on my birthday?! And Greg had shown it to my son?? Eli… Eli had cum watching it?!

"And you know what?" Greg continued. I was in shock. Yet, the entire time, my fist didn't leave my cock for a second. And the punches just kept on rolling. "Next time we're in Columbus, I'm gonna fuck you in your father's bed."

FUCK! For some goddamn reason, I almost came hearing that.

The video ended, giving me a chance to catch my breath. Not that I could do that no matter how hard I tried. I was too fucking horny and amazed.

Just then, my son sent an audio note to the chat. I pressed play to listen to it.

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"You can fuck me anywhere you want, Daddy," my son whispered in his phone, the noise of the bus in the background. "You can fuck me in my father's bed. You can fuck me in front of him, I don't care. Whatever you say, Daddy, I'll do."

I tried to swallow, almost choking on my own saliva as I heard my son say this.

To top it all off, another video from Greg popped up shortly.

"Oh, I'll fuck you in his bed alright," Greg continued to beat his meat, harder and bigger by the second. "I'll fuck you there so he can feel your sweat and my cum when he goes to sleep. So he'll know what a fucking shameless slut his boy is. You Daddy's slut, boy?"

Another voice note from my son.

"Yes, Daddy! I'm your slut. I'll do anything you tell me. Fuck, I love you."

"I love you too, baby boy. Your father should be proud of what a good little cock-hungry slut he raised."

Ah! Ah! I squirmed. That was it! I couldn't take it anymore. It'd sent me over the edge. With my fist firmly gripping my cock, I started to cum all over my son's desk and his computer. My toes curled, my balls pulsed, and my head rang with all the filthy obscenities said by Greg and Eli. My son… the cock-hungry slut…

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Chapter 5: "Howdy Partner" (Part 1/2)

ELI:

This year, my birthday week was turning out to be one of my best ever: I got two daddies to spoil me back-to-back!

For my actual birthday, Greg got me a ticket to California, and I could only imagine the lavish ways in which he was about to pamper me. Since I wouldn't be seeing Dad on my birthday, I came to Columbus a few days before. Not to be outdone by my boyfriend, my father seemed set to spoil me just as lavishly.

"Cheers to you, honey," he raised a glass of champagne, sitting across from me at the fancy restaurant he'd picked for us.

Now, like most parents, Dad always wanted what was best for me, and gave me the best he could, but we were never fancy-dinner-and-champagne kinda people. I was somewhat surprised he'd picked this of all places.

"Thanks, Dad," I blushed and clinked glasses with him.

"This is for you," he picked up a large gift bag from under the table, and passed it to me.

"Dad!" I said, even more taken aback. I spent a minute reading the card that was in the elegant bag. Even this, like… Dad bought me gifts often enough, but he didn't really bother with frills like gift bags and tissue paper. Lately, it was like he was trying to impress me.

"A new MacBook?!" I shouted out way louder than appropriate at a place like this when I opened the bag.

"You've had yours for quite a few years now, so I thought you might use an upgrade," he smiled.

"Dad, I don't know what to say. Thanks so much."

"My pleasure, honey. I love you."

"Aww, Dad. I love you too," I reached over and squeezed his hand.

"Before I forget: the store said I might be able to get some cash back if I bring back your old computer to be recycled. Do you mind leaving it with me so I can check?"

"Sure, I don't need it anyway. Thanks again."

Dinner that evening went phenomenally. Well, except for one little thing: I just had the weirdest feeling that I couldn't put my finger to… Every time the waitress came over, I felt like there was something familiar about her, but I couldn't tell what. I was sure I didn't know her. I definitely hadn't been here before… It was such a small detail, but I couldn't shake it off.

And then it hit me! I saw him across the restaurant, serving another table of people. The waiter who'd given my father and Greg a blowjob! A blowjob that my boyfriend recorded and played for me while we were fucking. That's why I kept staring at our waitress: she was wearing the same uniform, ingrained in my subconscious.

"I need to go to the bathroom," Dad said and got up a few minutes later. "I'll be right back."

"Okay," I said, acting nonchalantly, but feeling more suspicious on the inside.

I looked around, trying to spot the waiter again. He was nowhere to be seen. It was a big restaurant, so it didn't have to mean anything, but I couldn't help but wonder…

Why did Dad bring me here? Did he just like the place, or was he hoping to see the server again? Was there more to my father than I knew? Looking back, I never knew the reason for my parents' divorce. The generic phrase "irreconcilable differences" had been used. Was the irreconcilable difference maybe that Dad was into men?

Now, just because someone gets a blowjob from a guy once (as far as I knew!) doesn't have to mean he's gay, I knew that much. But that kiss… The kiss my father and boyfriend shared looked so… passionate. Dad especially seemed to be so into it. Was he suppressing a side of himself that he was afraid to let out?

Just then, I noticed him walk back to the table. I smiled at him and he smiled back, positively beaming. Is it because he was coming back from another restroom quickie? If there was ever a place to make him feel comfortable, I knew just the perfect solution.

"Dad. You know how next month is Pride Month?" I asked as he sat back down.

"Aha."

"Well, you've never gone to Pride with me. And Greg's coming over to Chicago for the big parade. Why don't you come as well? It'll be fun."

A bit surprised, but happy to be invited, Dad smiled again.

"Sure. I'd love to."

—​

After the restaurant, we went to a bar for drinks. This time, Dad let me pick the spot. I took us to one of my favorite joints, a mixed bar with an equally gay and straight crowd. It was a relaxed place, and I felt much better here, surrounded by people wearing baseball caps and sneakers.

Dad opened a tab, and the drinks started flowing. I bumped into a couple of people I knew and socialized for a bit, before pulling my dad outside, dragging him to the smokers on the sidewalk.

"Okay, promise me you won't get mad," I said, reaching in my pocket.

"What?" he said, rosy in the cheeks after having quite a few drinks.

"I scored us some weed from a guy I know. C'mon, what do you say? We've never smoked together."

He gave me a strict, fatherly look, which quickly turned into a smile.

"Oh what the hell, it's your birthday!" he said, and waited for me to light the joint.

"Have you smoked before?" I asked, passing it to him after taking a drag.

"No, I was waiting for you to teach me all these years," he said sarcastically. "Yes, yes I have. I just never thought I'd be doing it with you."

I smiled, amused and appreciative of how much our relationship had changed lately. I leaned in closer and gave him a sudden tight hug.

"Ah, Dad. I love you."

"I love you too, Eli, but you're choking me," he said and coughed, making me laugh.

While we smoked, Dad started to get antsy, like a little kid who needs to use the toilet.

"Do you need to take a piss?" I asked.

"Yeah, but let's finish up first," he said, and continued to share the joint with me until we were done. Then, he sprinted inside.

I remained outside, enjoying the nice evening and wonderful, fuzzy feeling I felt inside. I stood looking at the crowd in front of the bar, consisting of people talking to their friends. Until I noticed a man standing by himself. Around my age, he stood out because of the cowboy boots and the flashy belt buckle he was wearing.

I took a few steps toward him.

"Howdy, partner," I said drunkenly, thinking I was oh so clever and funny. "You visitin' from Down South?"

The man smiled, and answered without a hint of a Southern accent.

"No. I just like to cosplay."

That made me laugh out loud and put my hand on the man's chest, feeling the nice pec under his shirt.

"I'm Eli," I offered him my hand.

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ISAAC:

After taking an epic piss, I waited to use the single sink in the men's room. In front of me, a young man young enough to be my son was taking his time washing his hands.

"All yours, Daddy," he said to me when he was done, shaking his hands and winking at me on his way out.

I checked myself out in the mirror while washing up, remembering Greg's words: "Being in your 40s is awesome. Demand for daddies is at an all-time high."

Maybe it was the dim lighting, or maybe the fact I'd started to put in a bit more effort into my appearance recently, but… I had to say, I didn't look all that bad.

I never considered myself particularly attractive, and I didn't care to be. I was a family man, and even after my divorce, I worried about work and my son, not how attractive I was to other people. Lately, though, something in me had changed. Was it the fact that in meeting my son's boyfriend I'd met someone who is my age yet looked so youthful and attractive, and made the whole thing seem so effortless? Is that who I was trying to emulate?!

Lost in my thoughts, I realized I'd been washing my hands for several minutes already. I snapped out of it and went to rejoin Eli outside. Out on the sidewalk, I saw him talking to a young man in cowboy boots. For a second, I wondered if I should even interrupt. I knew my son and Greg were in an open relationship; maybe Eli was trying to get laid with this guy tonight? It was his birthday, after all. Maybe I should let him have it.

Eli, however, spotted me and called me over to them. I said hi, and after a quick chat the guy in the cowboy boots said he's heading inside to get drinks for everyone.

"What's his name?" I asked my son.

Eli stared. He looked drunk and spaced out already. Next, he burst out laughing.

"Shit. He told me but I forgot," he said.

The stranger came back with our drinks, and we all cheered to Eli once again. Eli got ahold of another joint for us, which we all shared. We continued to drink and smoke that way until the bar was about to close.

"You know, Dad, our new friend here just got to Columbus and has no place to stay," my son said after the lights at the bar went on. "D'you think he can crash on your couch?"

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When we got back to the house, it was obvious all the booze and weed had gone to Eli's head. Good thing there were two more of us, because we basically had to carry him to bed, while he mumble-sang the whole time.

"I'm just gonna grab you a pillow and a blanket," I told my houseguest after we'd tucked my son into bed.

"Thank you," the stranger replied. "And thanks for letting me stay here."

When I went back down, I was surprised to see the young man in his underwear. I don't know what I was expecting; not like he was gonna sleep with his cowboy boots on. The white boxer briefs he was wearing showed off a very nice butt. I started to feel like a perv for checking him out, so I cleared my throat to let him know I was in the room, and walked to the couch to hand him the blanket and pillow I was holding.

"Thank you," he said politely. He was obviously very well-mannered.

"Can I get you some water?" I offered.

"That would be great, thanks."

I got us two glasses of water from the kitchen and walked back to him. This time I found him sitting on the couch. Since the armchair I usually sat on had the blanket and pillow on it, I went to sit next to the man on the couch.

"Eli seems like a great guy," the guy broke the awkward silence between us.

"Yes, he is," I agreed. I knew I should just head up to my room, but for some reason, I didn't want to leave the stranger just yet.

Another short moment of silence, and this time it was my turn to break the ice.

"He seemed to really be into you, at the bar," I said, then laughed. "I thought he was inviting you over to spend the night in his room."

"He did. I just… don't really feel comfortable sleeping with someone so drunk."

For some reason, I hadn't expected to hear that.

"That's… thoughtful of you," I said, patting his leg with my hand two times as if to say "good man."

"Don't get me wrong, Eli's great. Any other night…" the stranger smiled, and cut himself off. Guess he wasn't sure just how openly he could talk in front of me about my own son.

Looking down, I noticed my hand was still on the man's thigh. He didn't seem to pull away. And he was a big boy, able to defend himself. Something about him gave me the impression he'd served in the military.

My hand continued to creep up the man's thigh inch by inch. A few seconds into it, and we both knew where I was going.

Suddenly, the man moved to get off the couch. For a split second I felt awful: was I misreading the situation? That is, until I realized the man was actually going down on his knees in front of me.

With his hands on my knees, he looked at me obediently from that position. He looked like a soldier awaiting command.

"Go ahead, boy," I said quietly.

Eagerly, the man unbuttoned my pants and took out my cock. I wasn't hard, not yet. He seemed to take it as a challenge. He took my cock in one hand and my balls in the other, massaging them, before going down and taking my dick in his mouth, kissing it before burying his nose in my pubes.

"Ahhh!" I exhaled and kicked back, sitting back on the couch. I hadn't expected this tonight. It was my son's birthday, and I was the one getting a present.

I lay that way with my eyes closed until the stranger got me all the way hard, and continued to play with my balls while sucking my cock. He was good; he took things slowly, yet had a very firm grip of things. My eyes were closed and my head tilted back, my hand occasionally going to the back of his head to give it an encouraging rub; again, as if to say "good boy."

I continued to grunt and moan out louder and louder. He was a good cocksucker. I couldn't hold it in; besides, my son was firmly passed out in bed. At least that's what I thought.

After about ten minutes of the amazing blowjob, I heard the floor creak and realized there was someone else in the room. I opened my eyes quickly and stirred, only to see my son standing at the door.

"Go ahead," Eli said. "Don't let me stop you."

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Chapter 6: "Father's Pride" (Part 1/2)

ISAAC:

"There we are. Watch your step."

"Oh," I said, surprised. The first thing I noticed after walking into my son's place with my suitcase, was another suitcase that was already there.

"Greg's here as well," Eli filled me in. "He usually gets a hotel room when he's in Chicago, but he decided to stay with us this time around."

"A-ha," I said, looking around the tiny studio apartment, surprised that my son's boyfriend would give up a luxurious hotel room, which he could undoubtedly afford, to stay here.

"Hope you don't mind the couch," my son led me to the "living room area," which was mere feet away from his bed.

"I don't know, I don't wanna impose..." I said, suddenly feeling awkward. "I didn't know Greg would be here. You boys deserve your space."

"Nonsense. All the hotels here in Boystown are all booked up. Besides, Greg knew you'd be here. He changed his mind about the hotel after I told him you'd be coming for Pride."

"He did?" I wondered what was going through Greg's devious mind. "And where is he now?"

"He's downstairs, right around the corner. The parade's already started. I told him to have fun while I pick you up at the airport. Do you need anything else, or shall we go join him?"

I could tell my son was eager to go outside, start drinking, and join a party that obviously meant a lot to him. With a rainbow sweatband around his right wrist, a crop top, and cutoff jean shorts, he looked very… "visibly gay," I think is the term these days. As much as I supported his lifestyle, even I was surprised to see him show up at the airport to pick me up like that. Luckily, he wasn't the only one; many people everywhere waved rainbow flags and wore flamboyant outfits, feeling more confident than they would most other days of the year.

"I need to grab a quick shower, honey," I said to Eli. "But you can go. You said you'd be right around the corner, I'll join you in a few minutes."

"Okay, Daddy," my son said and came in to give me a kiss on the cheek, landing dangerously close to my lips, before heading out the door.

I stood in the empty apartment, feeling overwhelmed already. I could hear the noise of thousands of people celebrating in the street, but I felt disconnected from it. Eli calling me "Daddy" rang through my mind. That's not something he usually called me anymore… And now Greg would be sleeping here as well?

Absentmindedly, I reached for my bag and pulled out a laptop.

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It was barely past noon. Somehow, I wasn't surprised to see that my son and Greg were already exchanging texts like these.

I stared at the three dots on the computer screen as Greg typed his next message. I was holding my son's old MacBook, the one I'd asked him to leave with me so I could get it recycled. I never did. Instead, I kept it, and my son forgot all about the fact I could still access his messages on it. I knew I shouldn't be doing this no matter what. But somehow, the temptation was too damn big.

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I felt my cock stir in my shorts, turned on by Greg's confidence. I waited to see if there'd be more messages, but my son must've reached Greg. They were probably making out in the street this very moment. Greg's hands were probably already on my boy's ass…

I shut the computer and hurried to the bathroom. My son's constrictive shower didn't make for a very pleasant experience, so I was in and out of there as fast as possible. I went through my bag, threw on a baggy gray T-shirt, and looked at myself in the mirror.

With my hair still wet and slicked back, it didn't look half bad. Maybe I should put on some of my son's product that was in the bathroom? I styled my hair and gave myself a smile and a wink in the mirror, feeling uncharacteristically attractive. Looking down, I realized my monochromatic T-shirt would look so boring compared to what everyone else was wearing…

I'd looked at Greg's suitcase, lying open on the floor. It'd caught my eye as soon as I walked in. I didn't want to snoop, but on the very top of it there was a T-shirt with the word DADDY on it in huge, rainbow-colored letters. Normally, I'd never do something like this without permission, but hey, this was a special occasion. Greg was likely halfway drunk already; he'd probably find this hilarious rather that rude.

I helped myself to Greg's shirt and left the apartment, texting my son to see where they were.

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ELI:

"Hey! It's Daddy!!" my boyfriend interrupted our kiss and shouted. I couldn't tell who he was talking to but I was upset: I was just getting into it! I was starting to get hard in the crowd of people around us, none of which blinked an eye over the fact that Greg and I were sucking each other's faces off.

I turned around to see who Greg was shouting at, and I was surprised to see my father approach us wearing one of Greg's shirts.

"A little tight on you, ain't it, Dad?" I teased him. The shirt clung to Greg's every muscle when he wore it. On Dad, it exposed half of his hairy belly.

"Hey, you're not the only one who can rock a crop top," he said to me, handing out the drinks he'd gotten for everyone on his way here.

With the gay, gay, gay music blasting and the sun shining brightly (making more than half the guys take their shirts off) and with my father and Greg here, I felt happier than I'd ever been. If only life could be like this forever.

"You know that doesn't mean what you think it means?" I leaned in to talk to Dad over the music, my lips touching his ear, and my finger pointing at his chest.

"What do you mean? Having a son doesn't make me a daddy?"

"Oh, you're a daddy alright, but it has nothing to do with me," I winked and patted his chest, as we tapped our plastic cups together.

I was happy for Dad. Even if he was 100% straight (something I wasn't so sure of anymore) he deserved to experience Pride with all its debauchery. He ALREADY looked more confident and joyful than I'd ever seen him.

As for Greg, he couldn't keep his hands off me, and I wasn't complaining! I was already getting tipsy and it was making me horny as a motherfucker, especially in this atmosphere.

Greg and I spent pretty much the entire time making out and running our hands all over each other's sweaty bodies. The shorts I was wearing with no belt on kept sliding down, exposing the waistband of the white jock I had on underneath, until they were halfway down my ass. Squeezed in tight with a bunch of gay guys just like us, no one had an objection.

The DJ changed, and now the music was even better! (Okay, granted, maybe I was just drunker and loving everything.) The crowd got denser. Greg was on my left and Dad right behind me, all of us squeezed in together. With the music so loud we couldn't talk, so we just danced and drank. I was surprised to see my old man had some moves! Further proof that Pride just brings out the best in everyone.

I wasn't too busy looking at Dad, though. Most of the time, my face was right against Greg's, as he buried his tongue deep in my mouth. His right hand was on the back of my neck as we kissed, before it started to move down. With my back sweaty, it quickly slid down to my lower back, gripping the waistband of my jock and pulling it like a leash.

For a brief second I wondered if Dad, standing right behind me, could see what we were doing. I got a flashback of the time in high school I'd asked Dad if I could get some jockstraps, and how surprised he was. "Jockstraps? But Eli, you don't play any sports?" It all made me smile now.

Greg and I continued to kiss. He let go of my jock, only to put his large hand on my asscheeks and start kneading them. Fuck! He knew it drove me insane when he did this to me in public in front of everyone. We stopped kissing for a few moments to catch our breath. I continued to dance. Greg's fingers moved to the cleft between my cheeks, getting closer and closer to my hole.

People passed us; acquaintances we knew said hi to us and we greeted them back, all the while Greg was playing with my ass. I was so turned on, it was making me weak. I dropped the empty cup I was holding to the ground. Greg brought his drink close to my lips and let me have a sip. With him holding the cup, some of it spilled down my neck and chest.

"You like that, baby?" he asked in that seductive fucking tone of his. I wasn't sure if he was referring to the drink or his hand on my ass, but I nodded yes to both.

I could feel my boyfriend's fingertips on my asshole. My knees were starting to shake. I did a small squat, almost sitting down on his hand as if it were a barstool. Greg took the hint, propped me up, and slipped his middle finger inside my hole.

"Aaah!" I moaned out loud enough for the people around us to hear even over the loud music. Most of them couldn't see that Greg was finger-fucking my ass, though. I wasn't even sure if my dad could. And I didn't even care.

"Mmm," I moaned while moving, simultaneously dancing and fucking myself on my boyfriend's finger in the middle of the street. A couple of minutes later, I could feel his index finger slip in as well; he was now using two fingers to tease and please my hole.

"Back that ass up," he leaned in to tell me. I obeyed, bumping into the person behind me.

"You like that, baby?" Greg asked after a minute or two of fingering me that way.

"Aha," was all I managed to say.

"You do, don't you? Back it up some more." He sped up his hand movements, fucking me faster.

I pushed my ass out, bumping into whoever was right behind me.

"You're Daddy's naughty boy, aren't you?" Greg hissed in my ear.

"Yes, Daddy," I confirmed, hopelessly horny, bouncing up and down on his fingers.

"Good boy," Greg continued. "You know that's your father standing right behind you?"

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By the time we got back to Eli's apartment that night, he, his dad, and I were all in a great mood. We were laughing, stumbling up the stairs, all of our shirts off.

"Here, let me do it," Isaac said to his son, after Eli spent half a minute drunkenly fumbling with the keys and still failing to unlock the door.

While Isaac took care of that, his son and I leaned against the wall and continued making out, as if we hadn't gotten enough of it all day. The action today was un-be-liev-a-ble. Eli let me finger him right in front of his dad and everyone else in the street. While Eli's ass pushed up against Isaac's crotch, I made eye contact with Isaac several times, daring him to say or do something.

We were finally in. Eli sprinted for the toilet, taking a piss with the door open. Once again, Isaac and I looked each other in the eyes as we listened to his son's piss stream hit the toilet, until Isaac bashfully looked away.

All three of us took turns going for a piss and getting down to our underwear. With Eli parading around in his jock, I wanted to get down and start eating that ass of his right then and there. Instead, I walked up to him for another kiss, letting my hands roam all over his body.

"Look at what a big, horny boy you've become," I said loudly. "Bet your daddy's proud. Isn't that right, Isaac?"

Sitting on the couch, Isaac looked up at us but did't say anything.

"Look at these pecs," I continued, worshipping Eli's body as the two of us stood right in front of the couch Isaac was sitting on. Every time I flew in from LA to see him, Eli was more and more in shape. I cupped one of his pecs for his dad to see just how it fit in my hand.

"And these abs," my fingers moved down, caressing Eli's slightly-hairy stomach, sliding down the ridges of his six-pack.

I noticed Isaac's Adam's apple move up and down as he swallowed saliva, still looking up at us. I moved Eli's body to the side so Isaac could get a look of the back of it as well.

"And this ass. Look at this ass!" I gave Eli a gentle smack, making him laugh. He leaned back to get closer to me, melting like putty in my hands. I continued to squeeze his ass with one hand, while my other hand went round his neck and gave him a gentle choke.

"Have you ever seen an ass this nice?" I squeezed Eli's asscheek and continued to provoke Isaac. "You're proud of your boy, aren't you?"

"Yes, yes I am," Isaac replied formally. He tried to maintain his composure, but I could see right through him.

"Why don't you get up and tell him that?" I said, looking Isaac dead in the eyes.

After a second of contemplating, Isaac got up. He confidently stood right in front of his son, the two of them face-to-face. Looking Eli in his eyes, while my hands were still on Eli's ass and neck, Isaac firmly said, "I'm proud of you son. And I love you very much."

"I love you too, Dad," my boyfriend replied gently.

Just then, the two of them stepped in for a hug. I don't know who did it first, maybe they both did at the same time. They wrapped their arms around each other while I stood right behind Eli. In a quick second, I slipped my finger inside his ass, just like I'd done out in the street.

"Mm!" I felt him twitch for a sec as my finger slid in. His father just rubbed his back to comfort him.

ISAAC:

I've been to Chicago plenty of times before, but this trip made me feel like I was on a different planet… No, in a different universe.

The street party we'd gone to was lots of fun. With so many people out in the streets, I soon noticed there were certain sections that were less "family-friendly" than others. Of course, my son and Greg had picked the place that was full of mostly young, good-looking men just like them.

Once there, it wasn't even a surprise to see how openly sexual my son and his boyfriend were. Everyone there was near naked, and I noticed multiple men discreetly touching each other's bulges or asses before retiring to some of the bars and clubs, where undoubtedly things went much further.

Eli and Greg didn't need a place to hide, though. Proud of their love for each other and their sexuality, they put it on display for everyone (including me!). Yes, it was a shock at first to see Greg's fingers slip between my son's asscheeks. "Is he doing what I think he's doing?" I asked myself. But this is Greg; of course he was! Surprisingly quickly, after only a few minutes, this now felt normal. It no longer even fazed me, though I did keep trying to sneak a peek as much as I could.

Oh, and that fucker knew exactly what he was doing! Greg kept looking at me, trying to gauge my reaction, daring me to do something. One of these days…

"Isaac! Relax!" I told myself, lying on Eli's couch in the dark. My drunk brain was on overdrive, and I needed to calm down if I wanted to get any sleep tonight.

Soon enough, it wasn't my own brain anymore that was keeping me awake. Right after Eli and Greg had gotten into bed, they started making out. "How aren't they exhausted by this point?" I thought, as I heard their passionate moans and kisses coming from my son's bed.

I slipped my hand under the sheet that Eli had given me to use as a cover. In my underwear, my cock was reacting to the noise coming from Eli's bed.

"Fuck it!" I thought, letting my hand slip inside my boxers and start stroking my dick. I was tipsy, I was horny, and I was sick of overthinking things.

On their bed, Eli and Greg just kept getting louder and louder. Whether they thought I was already asleep and couldn't hear them, I had no idea. I listened to my son's moans increase, as Greg's dominating voice confidently said, "Suck my dick."

"Fuck!" I thought, feeling my dick leaking precum over my fingers. Mere seconds later, I heard the unmistakable noise of Eli going down and putting a cock in his mouth. It was enough to paint a vivid picture in my mind, even though I couldn't see what was going on in the dark room.

For several minutes, I jerked myself off while my son sucked Greg's cock. I slipped my other hand under the cover and pulled my boxers down, tucking them under my balls, as I went harder and harder on my own dick.

I was getting close. Fuck, I was getting close. But, wait… the noise seemed to have died down completely.

I stopped stroking, trying to focus on whatever was happening on the bed. I could still hear some movement, but the slurping and sucking noises of a blowjob had stopped.

"Ahh!" I heard a soft moan, shortly followed by a louder one.

Some whispers. Some movement. And then…

"Ah, fuck!" a sigh of relief came from my son.

"HOLY SHIT! They're fucking!! They've actually just started fucking!"

That sigh was enough to let me know; it made me picture Eli's hole clench and relax as Greg's big dick went inside it.

I shouldn't be surprised, not anymore, not after everything else that'd happened. But I couldn't help it! It felt electrifying. Out of breath, my heart raced, pumping blood and sending it straight to my dick and balls. My cock pulsed in my hand all by itself, oozing precum like a leaky faucet.

"Mm. Mm. Ah!" my son started to moan as his boyfriend fucked his ass. He was trying to keep it down, but I could still hear everything. Then again… "why should i?" I thought of his text earlier. Maybe he wasn't even trying to keep it down…

Holding my cock tightly, my hand wasn't even moving and yet my dick felt on edge.

"Have you ever seen an ass this nice?" Greg's words rang back in my mind, as I continued to picture what was going on in their bed. That fucker! This is exactly what he wanted.

"Fuck! Fuck yeah, baby. Good boy. Oh, fuck," Greg's grunts echoed clearly round the room. I wondered if he was doing it for Eli's sake… or mine.

I heard Greg's balls slapping against his thighs and my son's ass. I heard Eli moan. And finally, I heard Greg grunt: "Fuck, I'm about to cum!"

"I'm about to cum!!" he repeated, louder. Now, I was certain he was saying it for me to hear.

My fist gripping my cock even tighter, my heart beating out of my chest, my toes curled, and I heard Greg exclaim: "Fuck. Fuck yes! Aw, baby. Fuck!"

The same exact moment, my dick took Greg's words as a permission to cum. My load started spurting out, shooting all over my hand and the sheet, as Greg continued to grunt and moan out. For over a full minute, he and I shot our loads at the same exact time. My cum landed all over the sheet. And his in my son's ass.

Loud exhales and cuddles came from the bed next. I tried to breathe out as silently as possible. The sheet over my body was a complete cummy mess, as were my boxers. I kicked the sheet off and pulled down my underwear, letting them both drop to the floor. I fell asleep on my son's couch completely nude, knowing he'd wake up to see me this way in the morning.

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Chapter 2: "Birthday Blowjob" (Part 1/2)

ISAAC:

"Now who the hell could that be?" I said out loud to myself, slowly getting up off the couch to answer the door. Just as I had made myself comfortable for an afternoon of TV and nothing else.

Walking toward the front door, I realized it must be a delivery. It was my birthday, and every year since he moved out to Chicago, my son Eli would have a present delivered to my house on this day. My frustration quickly dissipated and I started to smile. It didn't last very long, however. My smile was replaced by a look of utter confusion as I opened the door.

"Greg?!" I almost shouted.

"Happy birthday!" Greg waved away the large helium balloon he was holding to reveal his handsome, smiling face. There was no one else around, including Eli.

So then what was my son's boyfriend doing here?!

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I never managed to get over what happened over the holidays. My main tactic so far was suppression. It worked during the day, usually. But then at night, I'd wake up to echoes of "Boy, do you wanna swallow Daddy's cum?" in my head, only to find I'd shot a load all over myself. For the first time since high school, I was having wet dreams.

The remainder of the time that Eli and Greg spent at my house, after… after the kitchen "incident" in December, was surprisingly fairly normal. My son and his boyfriend continued to make out all over the house, as passionate as you'd expect a couple that was in a long-distance relationship to be. But when it came to fucking and sucking, they kept that confined to Eli's room. I got a pair of earplugs, determined to ignore the noise and give them privacy.

Right before they left, Eli gave me a strong hug and, with his arms still around me, looked me in the eyes and said, "Dad, it's alright. We had a great time here. And I can't wait to see you again. Everything's cool."

He finished off by giving me a kiss on the cheek, and headed off to join Greg in the car.

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An empty car stood parked behind Greg as he waited at my doorstep. Another rental, I was sure. But where the hell was my boy?! Did… did Greg come here by himself? For my birthday?

"Are you gonna let me in?" Greg asked, shivering. It was March, and it was still cold in Columbus. In true Californian style, Greg wasn't even wearing a jacket.

"Sure, come… come on in," I moved out of the way so Greg could step inside, maneuvering the large balloon through the doorframe.

I stood holding the door open for another couple of seconds, as if my son was gonna appear out of thin air and walk in behind Greg.

"Eli's coming later," Greg finally answered the question that was on my mind. I shut the door and we both walked toward the living room. "I just came from the airport, I caught a morning flight. Eli's working for a couple of hours today, but he'll be driving here as soon as he's done."

"I… I could've picked you up at the airport," I mumbled, unsure what else to say.

"Eli wanted us to surprise you. So: surprise!" Greg said louder, handing me the balloon.

"Oh, it's a surprise, alright," I thought, giving my son's boyfriend a hug and letting the balloon float to the ceiling.

"So how old are you now?" Greg asked me unabashedly.

"45."

"Oh. So when I turn 44 later this year, we'll only be a year apart," he winked at me, obviously amused by the fact.

"Right. Can I get you something to drink?" I asked, happy to change the topic.

Greg asked for coffee and I went to the kitchen, happy to have some time to myself to gather my thoughts. My hands trembled as I tired to open the coffee jar. What the fuck was I so nervous about?!

The few minutes in the kitchen helped me calm down, and I rejoined Greg in the living room. He'd already made himself comfortable on my couch, sitting with his legs spread wide open and his hands behind his head. I felt awkward, almost submissive, serving him his cup of coffee while he waited like that. It didn't help that the cup was full and my hand was shaking.

As soon as I sat across from Greg, though, and let him take charge of the conversation, I started to relax. I'd forgotten how comfortable Greg could make one feel, and how pleasant it was talking to him. He picked all the right topics, and switched from one to the other seamlessly. Before I knew it, the sun was already going down outside.

"Shit," Greg said, looking at his phone. "Eli won't be able to make it."

"What?" I said, shaken back to reality. I'd completely forgotten we were waiting for my son.

"His shift got extended," Greg explained. "He offered to come after, but I don't want him driving so late, not after working for so long. It's a long drive from Chicago."

"Yes, of course," I agreed, touched to hear Greg talk this way. "I don't want him driving so late"… He spoke of my son as if he were his own.

GREG:

"Can I get you gentlemen anything to drink?" the young server asked.

"A bottle of your finest champagne, for the birthday boy," I replied, pointing to Isaac.

"Happy birthday!" the charming guy smiled to Isaac. "I'll bring that right over."

"You didn't have to do this," Isaac said humbly when it was just he and I. Even with the dim lighting in the fancy restaurant, I could tell he was blushing.

"Nonsense. We have to celebrate. 45 is a nice, round number. Halfway through your 40s."

"Ha! Thanks for reminding me."

"Oh, please. I'm practically the same age, so I'm allowed to say it. Besides, your 40s are awesome. I get more ass now than I ever did," I said, fully aware it was Isaac's son's ass I was talking about.

"There we go," the eager server reappeared, sparing Isaac the need to react to my comment. The boy popped the bottle open and filled two glasses for us, taking his time, smiling and chatting with us, before disappearing again.

"To you. Happy birthday," I said, holding up my glass in the air.

"Thank you," Isaac replied, making eye contact with me and smiling. We clinked glasses and took a sip.

"See, that's what I'm talking about," I whispered to Isaac, nodding my head toward the server.

"What?"

"He's totally flirting with us. He thinks we're a couple," I winked.

"Oh." Isaac looked toward the server, only for him to make eye contact with us again and wink. Isaac quickly averted his gaze.

"That's what I meant," I explained. "Being in your 40s is awesome. Demand for daddies is at an all-time high. You got guys in their 30s dyeing their hair gray just to look older."

"Too bad it doesn't work that way with women," Isaac laughed.

"Of course it does! You just need to know where to look."

We both took another sip of champagne. In no time, the server was at our table again, to take our food orders and flirt some more.

"Have you ever done anything with another man?" I asked Isaac casually when it was just the two of us again.

"Have you ever done anything with a woman?" he surprised me by boldly asking me my own question.

"I have. Twice. Once before I knew I was gay. And once a few years ago, just for fun."

I raised my eyebrows, surprising Isaac right back with my answer.

He reached for his glass and took another sip.

"I've never had sex with a man, no."

"That's not what I asked," I smirked. "I said 'have you done anything.'"

"I've done plenty of things with other men. I've shared an elevator; I've climbed a tree; I've put up a tent…"

"Okay, okay, Mr. Wise Guy," I laughed. By the time I'd stopped laughing, our food was already at our table.

"Mmm. Exquisite," I said, tasting my steak. I'd picked the highest-rated restaurant I could find to bring Isaac to, and it'd been the right choice. "Too bad Eli couldn't be here," I said, imagining my boyfriend coming home from work to whatever stale leftovers were in his fridge.

"How are –" Isaac took a break to chew and swallow his food. "How are things between you two? With the long distance and everything?"

"Pretty good," I answered truthfully. "It can be tricky sometimes, but nothing we can't handle. I've offered him to move to LA, but he says he wants to stay in Chicago for now. I think he doesn't like the idea of being so far from you," I added matter-of-factly. "At least this way he feels like he's closer."

"Oh," Isaac said, looking back down at his food.

"But being together long-distance has its advantages," I continued, "especially in an intergenerational relationship."

"A what?"

"An intergenerational relationship," I repeated. "I've dated other younger guys, and that's another thing that takes getting used to. This way, Eli can go out and party and get it out of his system when he's alone. And when we get together we usually stay in more, or go out for nice dinners like this."

"Well, hopefully Eli doesn't feel like you're cheating on him, taking me out for dinner instead," Isaac joked.

"Not at all," I smiled. "Quite the opposite, I'm sure he's thrilled. Besides, he and I are open, so it wouldn't be cheating," I winked at Isaac.

My boyfriend's dad looked down again, hiding his reaction awkwardly, before quickly changing the subject.

"In-ter-generational," Isaac enunciated. "I need to remember that. It's a new word for me."

"Just stick with the gays, you'll learn plenty. We keep coming up with new words every week."

"Ha!" Isaac laughed, and put more food in his mouth.

"Does it bother you?" I asked.

"What?"

"That I'm your age. That Eli calls me 'Daddy'?"

Isaac started to chew very, very slowly, almost as if prolonging the time until he could answer.

"It took… some getting used to," he said, finally swallowing. "But I wouldn't say it 'bothers' me."

"Good," I said, switching to more serious mode. "I know what he and I have might seem… unusual, to you. But I love your son, Isaac."

"Good," he replied, looking me in the eyes this time. "That's all that matters."

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Thanksgiving was my favorite holiday. It meant the beginning of the holiday season. When Eli was little there was so much for us to do; and after he grew up and moved away it meant that he would be coming back home to visit me. And this year, for the first time, we would also be hosting my son's boyfriend for Thanksgiving.

Even though I didn't like thinking about it, a part of me felt like I was losing Eli to Greg. It was fun to join them in Chicago for Pride, but now when I thought about it I couldn't get the sounds of them them fucking out of my mind. Eli and I went for MONTHS without seeing each other after that; our longest stretch of time yet. Finally, he called to invite me to a short trip to Sydney with them, that Greg was going to for work. We had a great time, but if anything, the whole trip just showed me how grown-up my son was now. I was happy to see Eli "make it without me." But the selfish part of me wanted to freeze time and have him be my little boy forever.

I still had Eli's old computer, which gave me access to his messaging app. Every day, I fought the temptation to open it up and go through his texts; specifically, his texts with Greg. It wasn't easy, but I resisted! More often than not, the texts turned very sexual. I knew I shouldn't be invading my son's privacy in any way, especially not this most intimate of ways. So I buried the laptop in my bottom drawer, and fired up my own computer instead. There, I saw newly posted pictures of Eli and Greg online, having dinner at some fancy Chicago eatery. It was the day before Thanksgiving, and I knew that Greg had flown there from LA earlier today. Tomorrow, they would be renting a car and driving over to my house. So after looking at their photos (smiling the whole time) I got up to check if everything around the house was ready for their visit, for the fifteenth time.

—​

"Hi, Dad!" my son jumped in my arms like a little kid, knocking the wind out of me for a second.

"Hey, Pops," his boyfriend came in next, giving me a hug and a strong pat on the back. I still wasn't used to hearing someone barely a year younger than me calling me "Pops," but I wondered if I'd ever get used to it.

"Whoa, you didn't make all of this, did you?!" Greg asked as he walked into the dining room and saw all the food on the table.

"Yup," I nodded. In a weird way, I felt proud that I'd managed to impress him.

"Well, jeez. Thanks, Pops," Greg winked at me, looking like his usual mischievous self.

"Let me help you set up the rest of the table," my son offered and walked to the kitchen to get more of the dishes.

"Eli, you okay?" I asked with some concern. "You're walking kinda funny."

"I'm fine," he said a little too quickly before disappearing into the kitchen.

"He's okay," Greg reassured me. "I just came in his ass this morning and he wanted to keep it in, so I popped a little butt plug in there."

He said that sentence with the same casualness as if saying "we dropped by Starbucks on our way here." HOLY SHIT!

"Aha," I nodded, trying to remain nonchalant but feeling sweat running down my face.

"It made hitting bumps on the road lots of fun on our way here, if you know what I mean," Greg grinned.

"Yeah. I– I'm gonna go help Eli with those dishes."

—​

After everything I'd witnessed with my son and his boyfriend, I wasn't at all surprised to be woken up in the middle of the night again to the sounds of them getting it on in Eli's room. I'd fallen into a deep food coma early on, but after a few hours of sleep I was awoken by moaning and grunting from the other side of the wall.

"Was this your bed when you were a kid?" I could make out Greg's voice asking my son. Greg sounded just slightly out of breath, as if he was doing some physical work. I had a pretty good idea what that was.

"Aha. I always had a big bed. My dad would come and read me stories here before sleep."

To hear better, I got out of bed and pressed my ear against the wall. It was as if my body was moving by itself; it wasn't even controlling it. My curiosity got the better of me.

"Fuck, that's so hot! I love fucking you in the same bed your dad read you stories in."

"Fuck yeah, Daddy," came a moan from my son. Sure enough, they were currently fucking. Looking down, I realized I was hard as a rock in my boxers. I heard a smacking sound which I imagined to be Greg's ball sack slapping against my son's thighs as he fucked him, and it made my erection throb and start to drip precum. I wrapped my hand around my cock, wondering what it would feel like if there were a tight hole wrapped around it instead.

My eyes were closed, and my ears alert. In my mind, I could see images of Greg and Eli in his childhood bed as if I were in the room with them.

"Your father knew you had my cum inside you during dinner today," came Greg's voice from the other side of the wall again.

"Ahhh. Oh, yeah?" Eli moaned.

"Yes. I told him. I told him I fucked you before we left Chicago and then plugged you so that my load stays inside you all day."

"Ahhh, mmm, Daddy."

"Yeah, you like that, you little slut? Having my babies inside you while you're eating dinner your father worked so hard to make?"

"Yes, Daddy."

My heart started racing. This was reaching extreme territory for me. I know that some people enjoy dirty talk, but hearing my son being called a slut and taking Greg's "babies" inside him made me uncomfortable. But then why was my cock harder than ever?

"Ah, fuck I'm close!" Greg grunted. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum inside you."

"Yes, Daddy," my son whimpered. "Cum inside my hole. Breed my hole, Daddy. Breed me."

I unwrapped my fist from around my cock. I'd been squeezing my erection this whole time without even paying attention to it. I could feel myself get SO CLOSE to the edge, but I stopped, instead listening to Greg unload inside my boy, breeding him.

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I tossed and turned for the remainder of the night, unable to fall asleep due to my blue balls, but also because of everything going through my mind. I couldn't help but wonder: just HOW dirty did my son and his boyfriend get? I knew I shouldn't be invading their privacy like this, but they were in MY house. And they were so loud, unbothered to keep it down even a little bit when they knew I was on the other side of the way. Especially Greg. It was almost as if he... WANTED me to hear. For some fucked up reason, that thought made my cock even harder, and I felt it pulsing for hours in bed until I finally fell back asleep early in the morning.

I woke up a few hours later to a text from my son saying they'd gone out for some Black Friday shopping. My dick was still rigid, as if I'd swallowed a whole bottle of Viagra. It led the way as I went to the bathroom and took an uncomfortable piss. I washed up and made my bed. Passing Eli's room, which was open, I noticed his bed was messy and thought I'd go in and make it for him. And that's when I saw it.

Eli's butt plug (or was it Greg's butt plug?) resting on the nightstand, right next to a photo of an 8-year-old Eli in a baseball uniform and me. My hard cock pulsed again, dripping more precum in my boxers which by now had a huge stain in the front.

"I just came in his ass this morning and he wanted to keep it in, so I popped a little butt plug in there," I heard Greg's words in my head.

I picked up the sex toy and examined it. It was covered in dry semen.

"You like that, you little slut? Having my babies inside you while you're eating dinner your father worked so hard to make?"

I knew it was wrong, but every time Eli and Greg were around it brought out this side of me. I pulled down my boxers, stood in my son's room fully naked for a second, before lying down in his bed. The bed in which I read him stories growing up. The bed in which he'd gotten bred by another man a few hours ago.

I held the small butt plug in my hand, confident that I'd be able to take something this size. Once again, it was as if my body was moving without me controlling it. But a moment later, I was lifting my legs up in the air, and inserting the toy inside my hairy hole.

"AH!" I squirmed in pain for a second, but then relaxed. Just like that, the plug started to slide in. It felt... warm. My son had had it inside him all day yesterday. I'm sure they never washed it after using it. Greg's jizz was smeared all over it. And now, I could feel it invading my insides, filling up my hole.

I pushed the plug in slowly, until it was all the way in. And then, just as I took the final millimeter, cum started shooting out of my cock uncontrollably! I'd been hard and horny since the middle of the night. There was so much cum and it shot out so strongly that it went over my head and landed all over my son's headboard and his pillow.

"FUCK!" I grunted out loud. The echo filled the empty house for a couple of seconds and it surprised me to hear just how loudly I'd roared.

With my right hand pushing the plug in, my left hand stroked my cock as it continued to cum, covering my son's sheets with jizz. It took me a good five minutes just to catch my breath after I was done, and then a couple of minutes more to slowly pull out the plug. I inspected it and it seemed clean, so I left it back on Eli's nightstand. It was the perfect crime. Well, except for my load all over his bed. For a moment I wondered if I should clean it up somehow. Then again, the bed was already messy. The sheets were visibly dirty with my son and his boyfriend's sweat and cum from the night before. A little more ejaculate wouldn't make a difference. Even if it came from me.

—​

That weekend, Eli and Greg drove back to Chicago, leaving me all alone in my house again. At least I wouldn't have to wait long until Hanukkah and my son's next visit. Or so I thought.

"Dad, can we talk? Kinda urgent," I got a text from Eli a few days later while at the office. I rushed into an empty conference room and rang him immediately.

"What's wrong?!" I panted.

"Nothing. Oh my god, I'm so sorry to worry you. I'm just looking at some last-minute plane tickets and I wanted to check before I book anything, 'cause they're going quickly."

"Plane tickets for where? Are you flying to Columbus?"

"No, see, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. This year... I'm spending the holidays in California."

It felt like my whole world crashing to hear that.

"What?!"

"I'm sorry, Dad. It's just that last year we had Greg over at your house. So this year I figured it's only fair if I go to his."

I was hurt, and sad, but all I could say was "I understand."

"Dad, hold on," Eli said and I heard him talking to someone else in the background. Someone else who sounded an awful lot like Greg.

"Is Greg there?" I asked.

"Oh, yes, we're at his hotel now. He never left Chicago, we're flying to LA together. But listen, he just invited you to come over as well. What do you say?"

I was confused. I didn't want to intrude, but I also didn't want to spend the holidays without my son. Plus, I had a lot of vacation days left over; just this morning my boss was telling me that I should use them up before the end of the year. It seemed like a sign.

"Yeah, okay. If that's okay with him," I said.

"Great! We're flying there next Wednesday, can you make it to Chicago then? It's the day before Hanukkah so it works out perfectly."

"Yeah, I can take some time off starting then until the end of December."

"Awesome. Greg's got a hotel right next to the airport. So get here the day before. We'll spend the night here and leave early in the morning."

"Wait, we'll spend the night at the hotel? Not your apartment?" I asked.

"Yes, 'cause this is so much more practical. Granted, we might need to all share a bed but we'll figure it out. Listen, I gotta go. I'm gonna go book those tickets before they sell out. I'll get yours, don't worry. I'll text you later. Love you."

"Love you too," I said and hung up. As I sat in the conference room, I felt the strangest ominous feeling in my gut. I just KNEW something big was about to happen.

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Chapter 8: "Daddy's Hole for Life"

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"LA weather in December" I typed into Google, trying to figure out what the hell I needed to pack for this holiday season. Luckily, it seemed like I'd be able to get away with only packing one suitcase. Since I'd be taking the train to Chicago before flying to LAX with my son and Greg, I really didn't want to be lugging too much baggage around.

I was finished packing sooner than expected, and I sat around in my room wondering what to do next. It was a Wednesday morning and my first day off work. Still, I logged in and checked my work email, trying to keep busy. It gave me something to do for a while, until it was time to head to the train station.

By that evening I was in Chicago, and Eli and Greg came to pick me up at Union Station. The dynamic was instantly so different than when we were all at my house. This was a city Eli knew better than any of us. He moved through the crowd with such confidence, holding both Greg and me by the hand. "His dad and his daddy," I thought. Here, it felt like it was my son running the show.

The first place we went to was a nearby restaurant for dinner. It was Eli's pick and I assumed it was a lot less fancy than what his boyfriend would've selected. Still, I was hungry, so I was grateful to sink my teeth into a large juicy burger rather than some selection of French-named delicacies that would've ultimately left me feeling unsatisfied.

If Greg and Eli's displays of affection were bad at my house, they were just as obvious here, even though we were in public. They hardly ever let go of each other's hands unless they were eating, and I noticed it was usually my son who would reach for Greg's hand first. There were plenty of kisses, pats on the ass, and even the occasional bulge squeeze.

"Are you sure we shouldn't spend the night at your place?" I asked my son. I was longing for some sense of familiarity, and I'd stayed over at his apartment plenty of times before.

"No, Dad, the flight's at 6 AM. I really don't wanna get up at 3 and take an Uber all the way across town. Greg's got a hotel right by the airport. We can roll out of bed and we'll be going through TSA 15 minutes later."

Eli seemed to be completely ignoring one thing: his apartment had a couch I could crash on. And from what he'd mentioned on the phone, Greg's hotel room only came with one bed. "I guess sleeping on the floor for one night wouldn't kill me," I figured and tried to get those thoughts out of my head for the time being.

After dinner, Eli dragged us to a gay bar ("Just one drink! I promise."). There, my son and his boyfriend got even friskier, and I was left standing by myself while they sucked on each other's tongues right in front of me. Greg's hand went inside my son's pants several times, giving Eli's ass a squeeze.

"Dad, you're such a twink magnet!" Eli said to me on one of his rare breaks from making out with Greg. "So many guys here looking at you."

I have to admit, there WERE quite a few guys – all of them rather young-looking – checking me out at the bar. Even though I was feeling tired, I was almost sad to leave and head to the hotel. It's always nice to be desired, even when you know it's not gonna go anywhere.

At the hotel, my suspicions were confirmed: the room only came with one bed. Eli quickly raided the mini bar and we had a couple more drinks before getting ready for sleep.

"Are there any extra pillows or anything I can lay on the floor?" I asked Eli while Greg was in the bathroom brushing his teeth.

"What do you mean the floor?! Don't be ridiculous, Dad, you're sleeping with us in the bed."

Just then, Greg came out of the bathroom... and he was fully nude. His large cock swung between his legs as he walked toward us and gave my son one more kiss. It was a long, passionate, and loud one. Eli's hand rested on Greg's chest as they kissed, and I noticed Greg's exposed cock start to stir and pulse.

"I'll go brush my teeth," I said and gave the couple some privacy. In the bathroom I got down to my underwear, and figured I'd be sleeping in my boxers tonight.

A few moments later, I was lying in bed with Eli on my right, and his boyfriend on the other side of him.

"Night, Dad," my son said. Under the cover, Eli was also completely naked.

"Night," I replied, assuming he was talking to me and not Greg.

The few drinks I'd had created a buzz in my head, that I might have even if I were sober. This situation was so surreal, lying here with Eli and his partner. We'd shared a room before, but never A BED! Did they have to take their clothes off, couldn't they sleep in their underwear for just one night? I wasn't offended, but I... I couldn't get the thought of Greg's dick resting between my son's asscheeks as they spooned right next to me. They were so close I could hear both of them breathing.

After a few minutes, no one seemed to be sleeping yet. Eli started to stir and moan softly. From what I could tell, he was moving his ass. Once again, I thought of Greg's cock rubbing against it. Would all the movement make Greg's cock hard? Was that what my son was TRYING to do?

A soft kiss was planted on Eli's neck and he giggled. After that, the stirring got a little more obvious. Pretending I was just getting comfortable, I switched from lying on my back to lying on my right shoulder. This way, I could open my eyes and try to see what my son and Greg were doing in bed... even though I knew I shouldn't look.

After everything the two of them had put me through, I wasn't at all surprised to see and hear more kissing and moaning. They weren't too obvious or too aggressive. Maybe they thought I was asleep and they were trying not to wake me up. "That's nice of them," I thought. It wasn't until a moment later that I realized no rational adult would think that. It would've been "nice" for them not to do this at all, or to go to the bathroom if they really needed to have a quickie. But it was like they didn't care; they went for it whenever and wherever they wanted. I both condemned and admired it.

"Mmm," the moans were now getting stronger. Greg was kissing the back of my son's neck, and Eli had his eyes closed as he ground his ass against Greg's crotch under the sheets. Greg had to be hard by now! Sure enough, a few seconds later he reached down with his hand and I was certain he was adjusting his cock more comfortably against my son's ass, probably lodging it right in between Eli's cheeks.

"Oh, Daddy," Eli moaned once again, losing more control by the second.

"You want it?" Greg whispered in my son's ear loudly enough for me to hear.

"Yes," Eli moaned in response. Then, Greg opened his eyes.

"Do you want this?" he repeated while looking at me dead in my eyes. I swallowed saliva, unsure how or whether to respond.

"Yes," my son answered, although I was fairly certain the question had been meant for me.

I noticed Greg's large bicep flexing while he very obviously stroked his own cock. My eyes were by now adjusted to the darkness and I could make out every movement. Including the way my son's eyes squinted when Greg started to push up on his ass, probably penetrating him.

"AH!" my son let out the loudest moan yet. The agony on his face disappeared a mere second later and was replaced by a large grin of pleasure.

"Yeah. Nice little boy hole," Greg said while still maintaining eye contact with me. "So nice and smooth and tight."

"WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?!" I thought to myself as Greg narrated how my son's hole felt out loud. I should get up and punch Greg in the face for doing this, except... except, whatever he was doing had an effect on my cock and I was now fully-boned inside my boxers.

"Ah, that hole feels so good around my cock," Greg shamelessly continued. He was speaking in Eli's ear, but I knew I was his target audience. "So good. I get to fuck it whenever I want. It's all mine. I own it!"

"Yes, Daddy, all yours," Eli continued to moan softly, probably thinking I was asleep next to him.

"I get to load it up. I get to breed it. I get to do whatever I want with it."

"Yes, Daddy, yes."

"And you like that, don't you boy? You like being a little slut for Daddy, huh? Doing anything Daddy tells you?" Greg put his hand against Eli's throat. I watched his knuckles as he started choking him.

"Yes Daddy, I'll do whatever you say," my son whispered, his voice a bit different now that Greg was pressing on his throat.

"Yes, 'cause you're a nasty little slut, ain't ya? A hungry hole for Daddy to dump his load in. You can't help it; it's how you were raised."

My heart felt like it was about to give out, it was beating so strongly. Greg was still looking in my eyes and baring his teeth.

"Yes, Daddy," Eli writhed his body faster. He was LOVING this and I could tell.

"It's what your whole life's been leading up to, becoming Daddy's cumdump. Every day, every year, every moment since your birth. And now, you're Daddy's hole for life! You'll never forget this moment. You'll always ask for more. Always come back for more."

"Yes, Daddy, I'm yours for life," Eli moaned, reaching down and probably starting to stroke his own cock while getting fucked by his boyfriend.

"Good little cumdump. It's what you're best at! Taking my cum inside your guts, and any other man I tell you to. Huh, maybe we should do that soon? Daddy can whore you out to all his friends when we get to LA."

"Yes, Daddy, whatever you want. I'll do whatever you tell me."

"Good boy. And Daddy's gonna reward you with his cum inside you, right where you want it."

"Yes, Daddy. I want your cum inside me. I need it!"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. For a while now, it felt like I'd left my body; like I was just observing this moment. Like it was a movie I was watching unfold right in front of me. And my son happened to be one of the main actors... [continue reading]
 

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Chapter 9: "Movie Night" (Part 1/2)
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Being in LA with my dad kind of made me feel like I needed to be his babysitter. He didn't know the city, and most importantly: he was reluctant to get behind the wheel of any of Greg's cars. Since each of them probably cost more than Dad's house, he preferred to let me be the one who drives.

I didn't mind this new role as tour guide and caretaker, however. For all my life, Dad had been the one holding my hand. Now it was my turn. Sure, our relationship had kind of changed in the past few months but I didn't mind, and I hope Dad didn't either. After all, I never expected to get fucked by my boyfriend while my father was lying in bed right next to me. To reach for his cock and make him cum all over the sheets. To fall asleep minutes later, covered in each other's jizz.

Growing up, due to the fact that it was "just us guys" when I was at Dad's house, we could be quite open when it came to walking around in a state of undress or joking about sex. He did his best to give me the birds and the bees talk from a gay perspective after I came out. As a horny teen, I started to get careless at times (like most teenagers). I still remember letting Noah, my high school best friend, jack both of us off during movie night once, until we shot our loads there on the couch while my dad was dozing off on the chair right next to us.

I guess that should've been an early indicator that I enjoyed... the riskier side of things. For the remainder of high school, I got into all sorts of trouble with Noah, as well as with his older brother Jacob. Dad never noticed, or if he did he never said anything. Thinking back now, he couldn't have NOT noticed, but I guess he never wanted to embarrass me. I mean, I would definitely do the same if I had a kid.

Greg seemed to pick up on that dynamic as soon as he met my father, and my boyfriend was eager to see just how far he could push it. Greg LOVED putting me in compromising situations. Having me suck him off in the back of cabs. Sit in his lap and take his dick in the back row of a movie theater. Or in bed... right next to my own father.

"Dad, I love you," I said, feeling a sudden surge of overwhelming affection. It was the last night of Hanukkah, and my father and I were just done lighting the candles on the menorah he'd brought from home.

"I love you too, Eli," Dad smiled and came in for a warm, tight, reassuring hug, the kind only a father can give.

"Dad, if I... ever do anything that you don't like or it makes you uncomfortable... just tell me," I said, still enwrapped in my father's arms.

"Like what?" he asked, squeezing me.

"Like... anything."

My father let me go and looked deep in my eyes.

"You're perfect just the way you are, honey," he smiled reassuringly. "I wouldn't change anything. Now c'mon, let's go eat. I made latkes for everyone."

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Because my dad had so many vacation days left over for the year, we'd agreed he'd stay in LA until the new year. Christmas at Greg's was calm and cozy. He finally got some time off work and we stayed in his house, ate a lot, and watched holiday movies. In a way, it felt like being with my parents before the divorce... just the three of us, being a family.

A couple of days after Christmas, we were getting ready for yet another movie night in the living room.

"My turn to pick," my boyfriend announced. "And no more holiday movies! I'm fucking sick of them."

I thought Greg might pick some major blockbuster (possibly featuring some Hollywood actors he knew in real life), so I was surprised when he went for an indie drama instead. A few minutes in I saw that it revolved around a gay couple, which is probably why Greg picked it.

My boyfriend and I made ourselves comfy on the couch, with dad sitting on an armchair next to us ("Just like that time with Noah..." I remembered.) We all wore shorts and T-shirts, and I definitely preferred this to the layers of clothing and the blankets I'd have to throw on at home this time of year.

The movie was... unique. Oh, who am I kidding: it was boring as fuck! The budget was probably like $500 for the whole thing. I appreciated the effort, but I just couldn't get into stuff like this. Still, we were more than halfway in so we might as well finish it. Besides, having Greg to cuddle with made everything much more bearable.

My boyfriend seemed to be paying a bit more attention to the movie than I was. Still, he was good at multitasking, and all throughout the evening his hands kept roaming all over my boy, sneaking inside my shirt and stroking my bare skin and pinching my nips. My dad seemed enraptured by the film, but I had a feeling he was only looking at the TV so he wouldn't look at Greg and me.

Finally, after an hour of going back and forth, the main couple got together. The two men on screen started kissing passionately, and I expected this to turn into a typical two-minute sex scene that cuts off at the best part. Feeling frisky (and drunk on eggnog), I started making out with my boyfriend and I casually put my hand on his crotch. Giving it a squeeze through his basketball shorts, I noticed Greg's cock was growing rapidly.

The action on screen got more intense. The actors started ripping each other's clothes off. I guess the one thing indie movies had over big studio productions was that the sex scenes could get a lotmore risqué. I glanced at my dad, who was still looking at the TV. With Greg's dick almost fully hard now, I started to stroke it through the fabric of the shorts.

The two actors fell into bed, making out ever more ferociously. One of them went down and started sucking the other guy's nipple, while the camera zoomed in on the action. Quite frankly, this looked MUCH hotter than any porn movie, but I wasn't paying too much attention since I was more interested in my boyfriend's large boner in my hand. I looked again at my father, then at Greg, before grinning and getting down in his lap.

I pulled down the waistband of Greg's shorts and tucked it beneath his balls. I stared at his erection hungrily, licking my lips. From the corner of my eye, I thought I saw my father glance toward Greg's crotch as well for just a brief second. I couldn't blame him if he did; Greg's cock was beautiful, especially hard like this.

I gathered saliva in my mouth and went down to take Greg's cock. "Aaah, baby!" he moaned in pleasure, not bothering to keep his voice down. The actors on screen were now moaning as well. While sucking the tip of Greg's dick and stroking his shaft, I looked at the TV to see the two men jerking each other off, only their upper bodies on screen. Then, the camera started to move down.

"Holy shit!" I said in shock. Greg's dick came out of my mouth with an audible plop, which made Dad turn to look at us. "They're really showing everything!"

"I guess they are," Greg said with a smirk. Did he know this would happen?? This was such a lame low-budget drama so far, but this sex scene was insanely hot! You could now see both actors' hard cocks on screen, and there was no way they were simulating what they were doing. They were still jacking each other off; when the camera zoomed in you could even see the precum dripping out of the tips of their cocks.

"Definitely not something you'll see on the Hallmark Channel," Dad joked from his chair. Greg chuckled, and then moaned as I took his cock back in my mouth. He was leaking precum as well by now, and I swallowed it all down with a loud "Mmmm."

The sex scene carried on much longer than the expected two minutes. It only got steamier and more passionate as one of the actors started to kiss the other man's hairy torso, working his way down to his belly button, his pubic area, and then finally his precum-covered cock. As much as I was enjoying sucking Greg off, I couldn't keep my eyes off the screen by this point.

I was in disbelief when I saw the actor kiss his colleague's dick before putting it in his mouth. "Now THIS is method acting," I thought as I watched what was turning into a blowjob. Again, this was so much hotter than any professional porn. The angles, the lighting, the attention to detail... it was all different. It still felt like you were watching a serious movie, even if the action was XXX-rated.

I peeled my eyes off the screen just long enough to look at my dad, who was still watching the TV intently. Just then, I felt Greg's fingers combing through my hair, pushing my head down onto his cock, making me choke and gag loudly (which I'm sure got everyone's attention in the room).

Feeling intensely turned on, I continued to suck my boyfriend's cock with even more gusto. The blowjob I was giving him was getting loud and sloppy, but I didn't give a fuck. If the actors on screen could push the envelope, so could I. Greg was by now hard like a fucking rock! I took turns blowing then stroking him, all the while occasionally looking at the TV.

The characters on screen started talking to each other. One of them was a virgin; he was nervous to do it. The other guy assured him it'd be fine. They didn't have no. "No! I want to," the virgin stopped hesitating. Wait a minute. Were they about to show them...?

"Fuck!" I said as I saw the actor push his hard cock up against his colleague's hairy hole. "They're really about to show them fucking?"

"I guess so," Greg said as if he didn't already know. Somehow, I wasn't buying it. I gripped his dick tighter and stroked him faster just as the hard cock on screen started to disappear into the other man's asshole.