Date: Fri, 31 Jan 2014 13:38:23 -0800 (PST)
From: dws202 <dws202@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Twist of Fate: Part Two

This is a work of complete fiction containing scenes of m/b sex which are
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A Twist of Fate: Part Two

As I had explained, I am divorced now. I've always been bi, but truth be
told leaning much more to men than women. I began having sex at a young age
myself, fooling around with a few playmates before giving up my virginity
to an older man when I was just barely fourteen. I had also explained that
Tyler was something of a surprise, the result of one of the few times my
ex-wife and I had been intimate. As you obviously know from what I've said
and done before, I've got a pretty devious and dirty mind. So I guess
there's no point in trying to claim I didn't have some dirty thoughts about
my own son through his childhood. But I can also say that Tyler has
contributed his share to our history. Despite his age, the kid is really
somewhat of a perv, and a very horny one at that.

One of the first times I realized this was when Tyler was around
seven. Like most little boys, Tyler had always enjoyed sitting on dad's
lap. On one occasion, an evening when we were watching TV, I innocently
rested my hand quite near his crotch. I suppose some type of instinct took
over, and I pressed—ever so gently—into it, finding not a hard on of
course, but definitely a small lump. As I pressed down a bit, Tyler cooed
and thrust his crotch up against my fingers. We were in no danger of being
seen, and since he seemed to be enjoying himself, I kept it up for a few
minutes before sending him off to bed. I recalled at the time how I had
enjoyed lying face down on my bed and pressing against my penis through my
clothes, rubbing myself, and it seemed Tyler was taking after me.

A few nights later, we were alone watching TV when Tyler climbed up on my
lap. After a moment, he asked if I would give him a "massage" again. I knew
what he meant and hesitated, but since we were alone, I agreed. This time,
I pressed my fingers quite hard and forcefully into his prick. Tyler laid
back and lifted up his hips to meet my stroking. I did this for a few
minutes, while Tyler began to breathe heavily and squirm. Eventually I felt
his whole body shudder, and I stopped. He popped up, opened his eyes and
exclaimed, "thanks daddy," and off he went to bed. It was a good thing no
one was around, and that Tyler didn't seem to notice, but I was decidedly
un-dry myself after watching my son reach his dry climax. To make matters
worse, his wriggling was right on top of my hard cock, and by the time he
got off my lap a large wet stain had appeared on my own crotch. After he
went to bed, I quickly went into the bathroom and jerked my slick, wet cock
into a full ejaculation, thinking some of the absolute dirtiest thoughts
that ever had occurred to me as I came.

Tyler didn't repeat the lap trick again. I suspect he was aware enough of
what happened to be embarrassed, and now that I had shown him how to have a
dry orgasm he took to it himself. My ex-wife began to complain constantly
about Tyler "going crazy" on his bed. I knew what he was doing and tried to
dismiss it, but she insisted I talk to him. I did, but only to tell him
that what he was doing was natural, but it was probably a good idea to
avoid it around his mom. One afternoon when he was ten, we were both
napping on my bed, and I noticed after a moment that Tyler (who was on his
stomach facing away from me on my left) had put his hand underneath his
hips and was pleasuring himself. Did he think I was asleep, I wondered, or
did he know I was awake and didn't care? The second thought intrigued me,
suggesting (if it were true) that he was comfortable expressing himself
sexually in my presence. As I watched him going at it, I slipped my own
hand under my hips and found my hard cock, and began to press. I hadn't
done it this way in years. I had to suppress any noise as I felt the hot
sperm soaking through my pants crotch and onto my hand, making it wet and
sticky. I avoided getting up until Tyler had left.

This situation became a semi-regular event, in which Tyler would lay down
with me on some weekend afternoons and both of us would eventually get
ourselves off as we had the first time. This was always when my ex-wife was
out of the house, which was becoming more frequent. After a few such
occasions, we began actually facing each other as we rubbed. I would watch
my son as he very quickly reached his dry climax, his eyes closed and
breathing heavily through his mouth. Then he would watch me as I climaxed,
moaning and grunting softly the first few times but eventually cumming
loudly, with abandon. This happened off and on until Tyler turned
twelve. On the next occasion, after climaxing, I turned sideways and
exposed my slick, wet crotch. Tyler reached out and ran his fingers on it,
exploring the slick stickiness and making my still-hard cock jump. I
chuckled and said, "this is what happens when daddy gets excited." Tyler
said he thought that was "cool."

The next time, before beginning, Tyler said that he thought he was starting
to get "excited" just like me, and he told me it felt even better when he
wasn't wearing clothes. So I told him to take his off if he wanted to,
which he did. It was the first time in a long while I had seen him
naked. He was still only slightly built but beginning to develop some
definition, and his smooth, plump ass wriggled beautifully as he played
with himself. He seemed to be overly excited this time, and struggled to
reach climax. "Would you like me to help," I offered. He nodded, and I
moved over next to him on his left side. I reached my right hand over his
slim hips, and placed it underneath them. My fingers reached his hard
little prick just underneath the head, and I began to press. Tyler squirmed
with excitement and moaned loudly. After a moment of this, I swung my right
leg over him and positioned myself on top of my son. He grunted and cried
out softly from the weight, but the added pressure all on top of his cock
excited him even more. In just a few seconds my hand felt its reward as a
hot spurt came over it. Not a lot of cum to be sure, but Tyler's first full
wet orgasm had fulfilled us both.

Only a few weeks later my ex-wife and I had separated. On Tyler's first
weekend to my new place, I told him I was going to take a nap on Saturday
afternoon. When I got to my room, I stripped naked and lay down on the
bed. Tyler came in a moment later, and similarly stripped. After he lay
down on his stomach next to me, I rolled over on top of him, reaching
underneath to start rubbing his dick. Again, the weight made him grunt, not
to mention that this time my raging hard cock was pressed against his
backside. The movement excited me to the point I could no longer keep up
with rubbing Tyler, so I took my hand away and told him to rub himself. As
he took over, I lifted up a bit and starting jacking myself off.  The sight
of my son rubbing one out underneath me, his butt wriggling and swaying
with pleasure, was too much. Almost simultaneously, Tyler and I both cried
out loudly. Slashes of hot cum shot in stripes across my boy's smooth,
creamy ass as he unloaded into his hand underneath. It was hell on the bed,
but man, it was fucking hot. I rolled onto my side panting, and we stayed
that way on the bed a few moments. Then I slapped him on the thigh and
urged, "go get cleaned up," and he hopped off the bed. I heard him go down
the hall to the bathroom.

I couldn't believe it—exhausted as I was, I could feel my cock growing
hard again. The whole experience had been so intense I was as excited as a
horny kid myself now. I almost started to jack off again, but thought
better of it. I decided to go downstairs to the half-bath and clean up
myself.

I was surprised that the upstairs bathroom door wasn't fully shut, as I
could hear Tyler in there. I looked in. There he was at the counter, in
front of the sink. He was still naked, and he had thrown his left leg up
onto the counter, exposing his ass. His right hand stroked his hard little
dick, and his left hand rested between his asscheeks. I could see his index
finger probing his own hole. I watched him for a few seconds, and it was
obvious he knew I was there even though he was looking into the mirror over
the sink, watching himself and moaning as he finger-fucked himself and
jacked off. I walked into the bathroom, staring at Tyler, and finally said,
"mind if I watch?" "Uh, uh," he managed to say, continuing. I stood behind
him, and he looked at me in the mirror, watching him and smiling. Then I
removed his hands from his prick and his ass, and placed mine on his
shoulders. "You don't ever have to do this alone, you know," I said. "OK
dad," Tyler replied.

I took him for the first time that day. I bent my son prone over the
bathroom sink, exposing his little pink puckerhole. It was slightly swollen
and slick from his fingering, so my cock slid in rather easily. Tyler had
been fingering himself often enough that my cock wasn't quite as much of an
intrusive pain as it might have been, but the first time definitely was
uncomfortable at first. After a few minutes of penetration he began to
loosen up and meet my thrusting hips, looking into the mirror and watching
me, watching my son get fucked in the ass by his own father. I was amazed
at the violent and enormous orgasm I unloaded into him, considering I had
already cum not long ago. After I pulled out of him, Tyler remained prone
over the sink, moaning and furiously jacking himself off. I watched my son
work himself into fits of ecstasy, his face contorted in pleasure, his ass
bucking up and down while his daddy's cum leaked out of his little
fuckhole. After he shot his own load, quickly, I kept him prone with my
left hand on his back while my right hand stroked my incredibly hard again
cock. A few seconds later I added another hot load to the one cooling on my
son's rectum. A triple play.

***

"Are you absolutely sure," Dylan's father asked incredulously. "I'm afraid
so," I said as I shook my head sadly. "At first I was going to keep quiet
about this, but eventually I thought you really should know." Dylan's
father sat and stared ahead, a dazed look on his face as I told him about
Tyler and Dylan's coitus interruptus a few nights ago. Naturally, I stopped
my story before getting to Dylan and me in the car. "He's been acting weird
ever since then," Dylan's father said. "But I had no idea." "I know," I
said reassuringly. "Look, I know this is a shock, I should get out of here
and let you think. I just figured it was something you needed to be aware
of." "Thanks," Dylan's father said unconvincingly. I left, and drove away,
parking my car about a block away.

I doubled back on foot. Dylan and his mother were both out, but I was still
careful not to be seen as I hurried over to sneak into the backyard.  I
found a spot where I wouldn't be noticed, outside the master bedroom
window, and waited. "Come on you dirty bastard, I know you want to," I said
softly. After what seemed like an eternity, I was still waiting. Had I been
wrong all along? I couldn't take the chance of getting caught, so
reluctantly I headed back toward the street. As I passed another window I
caught movement out of the corner of my eye. Looking in carefully, I saw
Dylan's father. He had gone into the bathroom, not his bedroom. But he was
bent back, pants around his ankles, furiously jacking his big, fat cock
over the sink. Just as I suspected.

The doorbell rang. "Shit," Dylan's father hissed. He decided to ignore it
but it rang again, twice. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he cursed as he pulled his
trousers up and slammed out of the bathroom. He pulled the front door open
violently and practically yelled "What!" Then he saw it was me, and he
apologized. "No problem, I know you're upset," I said. "I just wanted to
say one more thing. Can I come in?" Dylan's father stepped aside and
gestured me into the living room. After he closed the door, I stopped and
said, "finished?" "What," he asked, puzzled. "Oh, nothing," I said
breezily. "It's just that I forgot to mention something. On the way home
that night, when I was driving Dylan back..." I stopped. "Yes? What?"
Dylan's father asked. I smirked, and chuckled. Dylan's father looked
confused as I walked up to him and moved in, right in his face. "You see,"
I said, "I fucked Dylan in my car on the way home. And let me tell you, he
liked it. A lot." Dylan's father stood frozen in confusion and fear, his
wide eyes staring at me helplessly. "In fact," I said, my right hand
reaching out to find his crotch, "I think hearing about how much your boy
enjoyed taking my cock up his ass is just what you need to take care of
this." I squeezed his hard cock through his pants, and Dylan's father
moaned and closed his eyes.

***

Tyler and Dylan, naked on the bed, played with each other's cocks. "Are you
sure nobody's coming home," Dylan asked nervously. "I told you, my dad's
out all day, it's cool," Tyler reassured him. "I don't want to get caught
again," Dylan said. Just then the front door slammed. "What the," Dylan
sputtered as he flew off the bed. "I thought you said he wasn't coming
back," Dylan said angrily as he grabbed at his clothes on the floor. He was
so flustered that he didn't notice how Tyler remained unconcerned on the
bed, still slowly stroking himself without a word. Dylan had no chance to
put anything on before I flung open the bedroom door. Oh man, the look on
that boy's face.

It took forever to calm Dylan down and convince him not to leave. But what
his brain was telling him to do eventually was overruled by his hardening
cock, which I stroked as I convinced him that everything would be fine, and
we could all have a lot of fun together. I ended up on the bed, naked on my
back. Tyler squatted next to me on his knees, gently jacking and watching
Dylan, who was on his hands and knees in between my thighs and sucking my
cock as I stroked his hair. I had left the bedroom door open so Dylan did
not see his father standing there, naked. Tyler watched Dylan's dad as he
moved his hand up and down his rock-hard cock. It was thick, and much
bigger than mine, which fascinated Tyler. Dylan slurped noisily on my cock,
still taking no notice of the man behind him, watching his son's backside
as he sucked me off. It was only when Dylan's dad had come to the bed, and
reached out to touch his son's ass, that he knew someone was there. He
practically jumped three feet in the air, and whirled around. His eyes grew
wide and his jaw dropped at the side of his hard, naked father behind him,
but Dylan was too stunned to speak. Tyler watched nonchalantly.

Dylan spun back around to me, a furious look on his face. He started to get
up, and I put my hands on both his shoulders. "Relax, boy," I said
soothingly. "There's no place to go, so just sit tight." After a stunned
silence Dylan finally croaked, "what are you gonna do?" He kept staring at
me, unable to look behind him at his father. "Tyler," I said. "Yes," he
responded. "Get Dylan ready for his daddy," I ordered. Tyler immediately
scooted behind Dylan, and bent down. Dylan started, a mixture of horror and
pleasure on his face, as my son's tongue probed his anus. I kept my hands
firmly on Dylan's shoulders as Tyler continued to rim his friend. Dylan
obviously took to having his hole eaten out, and the horror faded away. His
father watched the tonguing with increasing excitement, and his cock was
purple with excitement and pumping blood. "That's enough Tyler," I said,
and he moved back to the side of the bed. I grabbed Dylan's face and held
him firmly. "Dylan, your dad's going to fuck you in the ass now. "No,"
Dylan protested. "Yes," I countered. "And you're going to take it like a
little man, like when I fucked you. But let me tell you something, there is
no feeling in the world like having your father's hard cock up your ass. Is
there, Tyler?" "No daddy," Tyler answered. "Go ahead baby," I said, and
Tyler took as much of Dylan's father's cock in his mouth to lube it
up. Then Dylan's father climbed onto the bed, and positioned himself behind
his son.

He fucked his boy like a man possessed. Dylan, his face red and tears
streaming from his eyes, took the pounding with moans and cries, then
finally just whimpering softly, "daddy, daddy," over and over
again. "Daddy's fucking your ass boy," I whispered to Dylan. "And pretty
soon he's going to shoot his hot cum inside you." "Oh fuck yes," Dylan's
father screamed in response, and he stopped mid-plunge, his face strained,
groaning loudly, as he dumped his seed deep inside Dylan. Even though Dylan
had stopped sucking me long ago, my cock was twitching just watching the
scene, and ready to burst. I sat up, as Dylan's father unloaded himself in
his son's ass, and pulled Dylan up by the hair. "Open your mouth," I
ordered, and he complied. I jacked myself just a few strokes before my own
load rose up and exploded. The hot jizz emptied into Dylan's mouth at
first, then errant streams lashed his face with white. Dylan's father
pulled his cock out, leaving his cum streaming down his son's hole and
crack. After a few moments of rest, I looked up at Dylan's father. He
nodded, and I nodded back. "OK boys," I announced. "Switch." Dylan, still
covered in daddy cum, moved to the side of the bed to watch as my son got
on his hands and knees, ass and mouth waiting for the two dads' re-stirring
cocks.