Date: Thu, 9 Jan 2014 13:06:59 -0800 (PST)
From: dws202 <dws202@yahoo.com>
Subject: "A Twist of Fate"

This is a work of complete fiction containing scenes of m/b sex which are
all fantasy only. Please do not read if you are not of legal age or if this
material is illegal where you live. The author appreciates feedback and
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A Twist of Fate

I woke up and barely managed to note the time, almost 11 pm. I got up and
threw a robe on. I'm still bumping into things in this new condo, where
I've only lived for two months since my divorce. 42 and divorced, with one
kid, my thirteen year old son. At least the split was amicable—my wife
and I are friendly, just didn't get along, especially in bed. Now my son
Tyler lives with his mother but stays at my place two weekends a month. He
seems to like it, and has made some new friends in the area. I got married,
under pressure from my parents, right after college. To be honest, Tyler
was so much of a surprise I sometimes joke that I hope he's mine. We
"stayed together for the kid's sake," like they all say, as long as we
could. But it's better this way, and hopefully I'll get used to being a
free man now.

As I walked down the hall I remembered that one of my son's new friends,
Dylan, was sleeping over. I walked quietly past Tyler's room. But even in
the dim light, I could see the door was slightly ajar. I also heard noises
coming from there, something strange, almost like a groan. I stopped, and
decided to push the door open. I had put two twin beds in there, and it
took a second after I flicked on the light to see that one was empty. On
the other, Tyler was lying face down, wearing only his pajama top. And
there was Dylan, on top of Tyler, balancing himself with both arms on
either side of him. He also was wearing just his top, and his smooth ass
and hairless legs were positioned between Tyler's legs, which were spread
out as far as they would go. It seemed like I stood there for hours after I
opened the door and switched on the light, the whole scene burned into my
brain, but it could only have been a few seconds. Once the light was on,
Dylan scrambled off of Tyler and rolled off the bed. I could see, briefly,
his erect cock flopping around as he dived into the other bed and pulled
the covers over himself. Tyler did the same.

"What the hell is going on in here," I yelled. My question was met with
silence as the boys continued to cower under the covers, desperately trying
to convince themselves that I hadn't seen a thing. I was amazed at how calm
and rational I was. It was one of those situations that you mentally
prepare yourself for so many times that when it happens, it's like
autopilot. My wife had caught Tyler jerking off right before we split up,
and was appalled. "You have to talk to him about this," she had
demanded. "Why," I had asked. In my mind, the kid was going to beat off,
and eventually, he was going to have sex. My blasé attitude about it
infuriated Tyler's mother, but I guess it had helped to prepare me for this
moment. There was no use in prolonging the boys' agony—they obviously
wouldn't want to fess up to anything now. I announced that the sleepover
was cancelled and told Dylan to grab his things and meet me
downstairs. "I'll deal with you later," I said to Tyler, then left. At the
hall closet, I switched my robe with an overcoat, and went down to the
kitchen.

In the dark and quiet, the magnitude of what was happening finally did hit
me. But I didn't have time to reflect on my son getting it on with another
boy just now. I called Dylan's parents, apologizing for the late hour, and
told them Tyler had become ill. They were grateful that I was willing to
take Dylan home.

Dylan came racing downstairs into the kitchen, clutching his backpack. He
had managed to change his pajama top for a t-shirt but had thrown on his
pajama bottoms instead of his jeans. I smirked, and he looked down. "I'll
go change," he said, flustered. I waved him off. "Don't worry about it,
we'll be in the car and it's dark. Let's get going," I said. We went into
the garage and got in the car, and drove off. Dylan only lived about five
minutes away, so it would be a short trip.

Just after we left the driveway, Dylan blurted out, "Mr. Thompson, am I in
trouble?" "That's really up to you, Dylan," I answered. "But you should
know I just told your parents that Tyler got sick and that's why you're
coming home early. There's no need to upset them with anything else right
now," I said in my best soothing adult voice. Dylan exhaled an audible sigh
of relief. I kept driving, fairly slowly, and staring straight ahead. "Did
it feel good," I asked. "What," Dylan said nervously. "Fucking Tyler," I
said matter-of-factly. "You were fucking him, right? Did it feel good
sticking your cock up his ass?" I could see out of the corner of my eyes
Dylan staring at me, wide-eyed with horror. "Mr. Thompson, please, I'm
really sorry," he wheedled. "Don't apologize boy," I said pleasantly. "I'm
just asking—did it feel good?" I was met with stony silence.

I turned the car down a road where new condos, unoccupied, were being
constructed. It was dark, and quiet. "Where are you going," Dylan
asked. "Just stopping here a minute," I said breezily." "Until I get an
answer. Now, why won't you answer me? Did it feel good?" Again, silence, as
Dylan avoided my gaze. I put my arm up on the seat back and turned toward
the boy. "No one has to get in trouble, no one has to talk to your parents
about this, if you'll just answer me," I said. Finally, still staring down,
Dylan managed to croak out, "yes." "Ah, that's better. That's what I
thought. I bet it did feel good." "Mr. Thompson, I swear to god we
won't..." "Shut up, Dylan," I cut him off wearily. "I just want a few
answers, that's all. Then we can go and get you home, and we won't ever
speak of this again." Dylan sat a moment, and finally answered, "OK."

"Were you fucking him," I asked. "Yes," he answered softly. "Really fucking
him," I emphasized. "Was your cock actually inside his asshole?" "Yes," he
answered. "Was it all the way up there," I asked. "Yeah," he
replied. "How," I said. "What do you mean," Dylan asked. "I mean, how did
you get it up there? Did you do anything first, before that?" Dylan
hesitated, but finally answered. "Tyler sucked on me first, then he turned
around and I got on top of him." "I see," I said. "So my son sucked on your
cock and got it all nice and slick with his spit, and then he turned around
on the bed and your hard little cock probably slipped right up his hole."
"Yes," Dylan affirmed. "And I bet it felt so good, your hard cock buried in
his tight, hot little hole, didn't it." "Oh yeah," Dylan said softly.

As I had planned, I could see in the gloom a tent forming in Dylan's crotch
as his hardening penis strained against the pajama bottoms, excited by the
talk of what had happened. At 14 Dylan was slightly older than Tyler and
somewhat bigger, dishwater blond whereas my son and I were dark haired, and
he was just growing into his early teenager's body. He was very attractive,
and I could certainly see why Tyler lusted after him. After a pause,
reflecting on these things, I said softly, "go ahead Dylan, you can touch
it." He leaned back against the seat, eyes closed, and his right hand
grabbed his hard cock through his pajamas and began stroking it. "Did you
come inside Tyler," I asked. "No," he said hoarsely. "Had you come inside
him before," I asked. "No, this was the first time," he said. "Too bad," I
observed. And then I explained to him, in great detail, what it was like
when a hard cock shoved up a man's hole reached orgasm and ejaculated
inside of the anal cavity. By the time I had finished, Dylan had freed his
cock from the bottoms and was jerking furiously.

In the meantime, I had removed my overcoat and had begun stroking myself. I
have a little confession to make here, and by "little" I mean literally. My
cock is pretty small. In fact, Dylan's was already almost as big as
mine. Not quite as thick, but almost as long. Lots of guys have hang ups
about this sort of thing, and I admit I had been hung up about it before,
particularly when I had been with my ex-wife. But at that moment, I
realized that my cock was just the perfect size. I bent over, and took
Dylan's cock into my mouth.

"Mr. Thompson, oh fuck," he exclaimed. His hands covered the back of my
head and pushed me down so that my lips were touching his almost hairless
scrotum, just barely covered in peach fuzz. I stopped after just a moment,
knowing that a boy his age wouldn't last much longer. "Why are we
stopping," Dylan asked. "Oh we're not," I assured him. I pulled myself onto
the set on my knees, and pulled my own pajama bottoms down. I was dark
haired and had plenty on body hair, and was in good shape. My own cock,
small as I mentioned but rock hard, stood straight out over my hairy
balls. Dylan stared at my dick, at my body and then up at me, and leaned
in. His hot mouth covered my penis entirely and he started to suck, as I
grabbed the back of his head and guided him.

What he lacked in skill he more than made up for with eagerness, and my
cock was soon slick from his sucking. Having exceeded the boundaries of
sexual perversity, I was as excited as a teen boy myself. I needed to
stop—Dylan's mouth was not where I intended this to end. I pulled him
off my cock, and he looked up at me quizzically. "Turn around," I
said. "Mr. Thompson, please, no," he protested. "Turn around," I
repeated. My voice left no doubt who was in charge, and Dylan slowly and
reluctantly maneuvered himself so that he was now facing the passenger
window.

I placed my hand on the back of his head and pushed it forward, until Dylan
had lowered himself onto all fours. His smooth boyish ass practically
glowed in the little light coming in through the window. I could see the
barest beginnings of blond fuzz on each side of his cracks, and a
beautiful, tightly-wound and puckered hole rising up between them. In a
flash my face met the sight, and I pushed his cheeks aside with my hands as
I dove into his ass, forcing my tongue into his anus. Dylan practically
screamed in surprise, and then began to moan. He continued to moan as my
tongue thrust in and out of his hole, loosening it and slickening it with
spit. I took my tongue out and gave him one last lick, from top to bottom
over the outside of his quivering entrance, then straightened up.

"How strange," I mused aloud. "Just think, a little while ago you were just
about to come up my son's ass, and now his dad is going to come inside
yours." "Mr. Thompson, please," Dylan begged. I pushed his head down and
whispered, "Hush! If it was good enough for Tyler it's good enough for
you." Dylan was breathing heavily, practically heaving, but he was still. I
rested the head of my throbbing hard cock on his anus, then took it in my
head and began thumping it gently against it. "Have you ever been fucked
Dylan," I asked. "No," he wailed. "Have you ever wanted to get fucked," I
asked. "No!" "Really," I said. "Never had fantasies about some hot older
guy fucking your pretty little ass? What about your dad? He's a good
looking guy, ever thought about him fucking you?" "No, that's gross," he
sputtered. "Well, maybe we can change your mind," I said. And with that, I
pressed my cock on his sphincter and pushed forward. The natural
lubrication facilitating, it sank into Dylan's hole all the way to my nuts.

I had definitely picked a good spot with no one nearby, otherwise someone
undoubtedly would have heard Dylan scream as my cock entered him. Given
that we were practically the same size though, he was pretty lucky. My
first time had been an older man who fucked me when I was just thirteen,
and whose enormous cock had practically split me in two. But I took it,
because I wanted a cock up my ass so badly, and I suspected Dylan did too
despite the protestations. He was tight, and the hot boyhole wrapped around
my hard little cock felt incredible. I began pumping in and out of his ass,
with my hands planted firmly on each cheek. I looked down and lost myself
in the sight of something I had so often fantasized about, a hot young boy
on all fours with his ass in the air, taking my cock as I thrust it inside
of him.

As I continued to fuck him, Dylan began to whimper, and them to moan. His
head was turned on its side, and his eyes were closed. His mouth was open
as he continued to make those small guttural noises, and a small pool of
saliva began to form below his lips. He was drooling, and it made me even
more excited to watch him starting to enjoy my cock up his ass so much. I
couldn't hold out any longer. Every muscle in my body tensed, and I yelled
out as my cock began to explode inside Dylan's bowels. Wave after wave of
spunk shot inside of the boy, who groaned at the sensation of the older
man's hot jizz filling him and setting his insides on fire. I kept
thrusting, even when every drop of come seemed to have left my body and had
begun to spill out around my cock, dripping down Dylan's ass. Within
seconds, I heard him moaning loudly, and then he cried out. I looked down
and his right hand was underneath him, furiously pumping his own cock while
mine remained buried deep inside him. His anal cavity wound tightly against
my cock as he came, squeezing every last bit of semen from me.

Once he relaxed my softening cock plopped out of his hole. I grabbed a
cloth I had handy and cleaned Dylan up as best as I could, then took him
home. We didn't say a word to each other until I stopped in front of his
house. As he got out of the car, I said matter-of-factly, "Don't breathe a
word of this to anyone, or I'll have to have a talk with your folks." "Yes,
sir," he agreed, and hurriedly slammed the car door.

Finally back home, I parked the car and went into the dark condo. I was
exhausted, but I knew Tyler was probably beside himself and wouldn't be
able to rest until we had some type of closure. When I got to the top of
the stairs, I saw that his light was on. I tapped on the door. "Come in,"
he said.

He was sitting up against the headboard, and I came and sat down on the
edge of the bed. He hadn't spoken another word or taken his eyes off me. I
gave him a reassuring smile, and patted his leg. "Everything's cool now," I
said. I stood up and took off my overcoat, folding it and putting it on the
other bed. Tyler kept watching me as I came back over to his bed. As he had
been since I came into the room, he was naked, and continued to stroke his
small but hard little prick. I sat down, and began stroking the inside of
his hairless thighs with one hand. Tyler shuddered, and closed his
eyes. "What happened," he finally croaked out. I continued stroking him.

"We stopped over by those new condos," I said. "He was scared at first, but
he got into it, just like you said he would." "Do you think he wants to
play with both of us now," Tyler asked. "I think so, but it was definitely
a good idea for me to get him alone first," I answered. "Tell me
everything, daddy," Tyler cooed. "Of course," I said. "But you know the
rules." Tyler nodded, and as I stood up he turned over on the bed and got
on all fours. I admired the beautiful sight of my son's ass up in the air,
waiting for me, as I slipped off my pajamas. His pink hairless hole still
glistened in the light from Dylan's fucking, but as I got on to the bed I
spread his cheeks and ate him out anyway. Tyler moaned loudly and wiggled
his plump ass as I tongued him. Then I straightened up and positioned my
cockhead against my son's wet rosebud, saying "first he sucked on this," as
his daddy's dick slipped deep into Tyler's hole.