MY LOVER, MY FATHER IN LAW

I never gave any particular thought to gay or bisexual activities since
I was very happily married for two years to a wonderful woman.  Prior
to that, I had been in the Navy and had also graduated from college
where all types of sexual encounters had come to my attention;  but I
had never taken part in any of them.  After my wife and I we were
married, we went to live with my father-in-law, a widower whose wife
died of cancer in the first year of our marriage.  Needless to say, it
was a traumatic experience for him since he was very much in love, but
also, I understood he enjoyed a terrific sex life as well.  At 46 years
of age, he was in the prime of good health and had a fantastic body.

After our second year of marriage, it was learned that my wife, too had
cancer and was terminal; and soon after she, too, died of cancer.  This
was something I couldn't handle at the age of twenty-six and I thought
I would really flip out.  My father-in- law was quite sensitive,
considerate and understanding of my feelings and in the several weeks
that followed he became more like an older brother or friend.  He had
insisted that I stay on in the house with him.

I was employed as a junior officer at the local bank and he as a high
school physical training instructor.  Since he usually returned home
before me, he would make dinner, I would wash the dished, and we shared
both household chores and expenses.  This arrangement was working out
fine, until one day when I realized my sex life was gone, and I missed
it.  My wife was now dead almost ten months and I discovered that my
appetite for sex was enormous.

One warm summer night after supper, we both were watching TV in our
jockey shorts when he decided to go upstairs to shower and go to bed.
I sat up a while longer to watch the late news before hitting the sack.
His bedroom was at the head of the stairs, and I had to pass it to go
to my bedroom.  When I decided to go to bed and got to the top of the
stairs, the hall light which shone into my wife's father's room
reflected him on the bed, totally naked, beating his meat.  I never
realized I could get so turned on by watching some other man
masturbate, but I didn't look away. My cock started to swell from the
reaction and I developed a hard-on that really needed attention.

I hurried into my bedroom and, without turning on my light, peeled off
my shorts and hopped onto my bed.  While I thought about the scene I
had just witnessed, I started a slow massage and my penis expanded to
its full 7-1/2 inches.  I had gradually begun to quicken the pace when,
to my surprise, I looked up to see my father-in-law standing in the
doorway.

The hall light beamed down on his body showing his bulging biceps which
were developed over the years, from when he had played college
football.  I hesitated at first with embarrassment, but as he
approached my bed I noticed that he had not yet climaxed, since his
9-inch cock jutted out from his belly like a ram-rod.  It was obvious
that he was as horny as me, and understandably so.

As he came nearer to my bed, he began stroking his cock which prompted
me to do likewise.  He sat on the edge of my bed and softly asked me if
I had come yet.  I nervously answered 'no' and was surprised with
myself in hoping for some sexual play with him.

He parted my legs somewhat with his free hand, while the other still
held onto his prick, and raised my buttocks slipping a finger up my
asshole.  His mouth came over my cock.  My whole body tingled with
excitement and I found myself freely responding to his touches.

My eyes fell on his huge dick and while I had the urge to take it into
my mouth, I took it into my hand instead.  It felt so good and my body
burned with desire and passion.  As he sucked my straining prick, I
massaged his cock in a similar rhythm.

Suddenly, without saying a word, he removed my cock from his mouth and
walked out of the room.

I was confounded by his departure, but he soon returned with a jar of
petroleum jelly in his hand.  Then he laid down next to me and asked me
to climb on top of him.  My previous worries soon faded when he told me
his anus was coated with the jelly and asked me to do the same to my
cock, coat my penis.  After I did so, he raised his legs and wrapped
them around my waist, which in itself brought me to a new peak of
sexual excitement, the likes of which I hadn't known in almost two
years.

I then asked if he really intended for me to fuck him and he told me
that I shouldn't be shocked, that many athletes like to get screwed,
since it massages the prostate gland, and so on.

He placed my cock at the opening of his rectum and, as I entered, I was
amazed at how easily I penetrated him.  He then started to work his ass
up and down, slowly indicating the rhythm that was to follow.  As he
went down I came up and as he came up, I went down.  He started kissing
my nipples which made me pump a little faster.

Not being able to control my passion any longer, I placed my mouth on
his and immediately he inserted his tongue.  This ecstasy only caused
our sexual arousal to speed up our pace.  We fucked with such strength
that the mattress shifted to one side, while we continued with
increased tempo.

After a few more moments of this erotic stimulus, I began to feel a
flow of my fluid pour from my balls up through my penis and fill his
ass, thrust after thrust.  We started to groan with the relief at which
time I felt his hot semen shoot rhythmically between our bellies.

That was the first night we shared the same bed and have for the past
year and a half.  Since that time, he has introduced me to many, many
forms of sexual delights.  And, like the household chores, we trade
off: sometimes he is the passive bottom-man, and other times I am.  We
basically enjoy each other very much.

Although we go on separate vacations.  This only makes our reunion more
compatible, sexual and sensitive, and I feel alive again.

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