Date: Fri, 4 Sep 2015 14:13:28 -0400
From: T-Bonez None <doggin_it@hotmail.com>
Subject: Betrayal and Redemption -Part Four

If you're not of a legal age to be be reading sexually explicit material,
don't read this.

Any similarity to actual people or events is coincidental.
The story is about consenting adults engaging in consensual acts.

Some people who will read this will think it's a complete work of fantasy.
Hell, If I'd read it a few years ago, I'd have thought the same
thing. Recent events have forced me to accept that sometimes life is turned
on it's head and the most improbable scenario becomes your stark reality.

Thanks everyone for your feedback - PLEASE SUPPORT NIFTY!

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Up until this point, Kieran's dad hasn't had his name mentioned in the
story.  The story is told in the first person narrative by Kieran's
father. (Who's husband is Mike) To make things a bit easier to follow I've
decided to give this character his name at this point, "Peter".  Why Peter?

There's a reference in Chapter 2 to a Peter, Peter North.  Mike had walked
in on his husband's son jerking off at the moment when Kieran had started
to cum. Mike commented, "Just like your father, your both cum like Peter
North." (AKA Matt Ramsey) If you don't know who that is, I suggest you surf
around until you find a video clip of him cumming, you'll get the picture.

We all have our 'party tricks' in the bedroom. One of mine: I could take
your eye out at three paces. ;-)

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Back to the story:

At the end of chapter three,

We stood there for a few more second, our cocks pulsed out the balance of
our heavy loads as we panted, almost in unison. Staring at each other.
Kieran smiled weakly and spoke, "Hey dad how's it going?" Mr lumber-sexual
shot us both a look and parroted "Dad?" He looked over our faces, comparing
our features and it clicked, "You're his... Dude! He IS your dad!

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Peter made his way over to the row of sinks, His son, Kieran, followed and
stood at the sink next to him. Peter spoke first, "What are you doing down
here?" Kieran answered, "The same thing you were apparently," and
smiled. They made their way to the hand dryer Kieran and explained: "I saw
that guy following you to the toilet. I knew you were pretty drunk. A cute
young guy lures an older guy into the cubical, gets his pants down and goes
through his pockets while he's...you know. Anyhow, I waited by the door and
was just keeping an eye on him."

I thought about my son's explanation and asked, "So you were watching..."
Kieran clarified, "Just from the back... Then that guy with the beard
flashed me his cock ... I guess I just got swept up in the moment, so I
checked him out." "You were doing a lot more then checking him out!" I
pointed out. Kieran replied, "You were doing the exact same thing! In fact,
you did it first!"  I huffed, "Ya, but my son wasn't there with his dick in
his hand when I started!"  Kieran looked a bit hurt, "Oh, so that's where
the line is? Jerking off with a bunch of guys in the toilets is OK if you
do it, but if I do it's not?"  I glanced at my watch, "Shit!"  "We'll carry
on this conversation another time. If I don't get moving I'll miss my
train."

Kieran walked with me for a bit before we headed off in different
directions.  His mood was light and he was smiling and laughing.  As we
parted ways he gave me a full-on body hug and said he'd had a great time,
"Best night ever!" I stared at him and added, "Well except that last bit."
Kieran gave put his hand on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze, "Come on,
that wasn't so bad. You need to work on trying not to be so uptight!" My
temper flared a bit and I blurted out, "And you need to work on your 'daddy
issues'." My son just laughed..

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The last train of the evening was packed, mostly younger people headed home
after a night of partying.  I started to mentally revisit the evenings
events. It wasn't like my son had stood next to me and stared jerking off,
he was with the bearded guy. Still... My mind flashed to the moment when
Mr. Lumber sexual stepped back a bit and I caught sight of my son. Seemed
he'd inherited the 'cum cannon' from dad.  I thought back to
Mr. Lumber-sexual, he was dammed hot. My cock was hard again, I could feel
it straining against my jeans.

I became self-conscious and looked down. My boner was rather obvious. I
looked at seats opposite me: A young couple sat, totally engrossed in each
other. They were whispering and exchanging little love pecks and
caresses. Clearly, they were headed home after a night of partying to fuck
like little rabbits, lucky sods.  I looked down at my lap again. I tried to
adjust my shirt to conceal my hard-on. The guy looked at me for a second
and went back to petting his girlfriend in earnest. I was trying to avert
my stare, but there wasn't exactly anywhere else to look. I decided if my
train fare included a free show, then I might as well take it in.

The girl was skinny, probably 18 or 19, Tank top. Short skirt and white
leggings.  She looked more slutty than sexy.  As I sized her up, letting
her boyfriend paw at her in public only a few feet away from someone old
enough to be her father. A thought crossed my mind: 'I'd bet she take it up
the ass if her boyfriend asked.'  Her boyfriend was better put
together. Messy brown hair that hung down into his eyes. Nice face, a bit
scruffy. He had a good strong jaw line and a very pronounced adam's-apple.
The teenager wore an over-sized tee and cargo pants.

I'd much rather have watched two guys fool around, but on a train you can't
just click your mouse until you find the scenario you prefer. I did have to
admire his efficiency: Skater boy getting the foreplay over with on the
train. Warm her up here so he could get straight to sinking his hard cock
into her sopping little cunt as soon he had her alone. He had one arm
around her neck and his other hand on her thigh. He pushed her hair out of
the way and latched onto her neck with his mouth.  She glanced over and saw
me staring. Suddenly, a bit self-conscious, she push his hand away from her
leg and nodded in my direction. He looked at me and inquired, "You don't
mind, do you buddy?"  I smiled and replied, "Not in the least!"  Satisfied
with my answer, they went back at it.

The young lad had been totally focused on his GF. Having exchanged about a
half dozen words with me, he was now aware of my presents. Far from
bothered, it was a bit of a turn-on.  Typical cocky teen, he was sure I'd
be envious of his hands on some young snatch. He slipped his hand further
up her thigh. She rebuffed her boyfriend a bit, but this only hardened his
resolve. He was going to show me what a little stud he was. He glanced over
at me and smiled slyly, I smiled back. As he went back to 'showing me how
these things were done'. I decided this was the perfect opportunity to get
a better look at I was really interested in.

I looked at his crotch. He was all boned up, teen hormones raging. His
cargo pants weren't tight enough to reveal much detail, beyond the
indication he was probably quite average in the fuck-stick department. When
he glanced back over, he saw my eyes looking straight at his lap. My
watching them wasn't a problem when he thought is was his GF that I
fancied, but I was looking at his cock... Whole differed ball of wax.

Skated-boy pulled away from skank-girl and sat bolt-upright.  He was pissed
off.  He huffed a few times and stared at me, a bit like a bull
contemplating a charge.  He was sizing me up. I easily had 4" and 40 pounds
on him and we were on a train full of people. I stood my ground and stared
back at him. He looked me up and down considering his next move. That's
when he noticed it. He wasn't the only one who'd been aroused.

Skater-boy's baggy pants might have left some room for interpretation, my
snug 501s did not. His eyes clamped on to my crotch. My fat boner ran in a
smooth arch, gently curving from my balls up to my right pocket,. The folds
in the denim accentuating its considerable girth. Now, normally I suspect a
guy with hard-on wouldn't have phased him. It might even have amused
him. Not in this situation, my hard-on was for him and he knew it. He
grabbed his GF by the arm and started dragging her out of the seat, a look
of shock on her face. He pulled her along to the end of the train-car
cursing the entire way.

At my stop I go off and headed for home, knowing exactly what I was going
to do when I got there.

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It was a little after 1 AM when I let myself in the house. I headed to the
kitchen, grabbed a cold beer from the fridge and sat at the table.  My
husband, Mike, came downstairs and sat across from me. "Have fun tonight?"
he asked.  I slowly nodded my head and answered, "It was very interesting."
I skipped straight to the story of my return train trip. Mike listened, the
spoke spoke "Peter, you need to be careful, that kid could have..." I
interrupted him, "I had it under control!' Not wanting to get int a row,
Mike decided to go to bed. Mike asked me if there was anything I needed
before he left.  I answered, "In fact there is something you can do for
me." "Sure," Mike offered. I said, "Why don't you go take a shower."  "A
shower?" Mike asked, confused. "Yes a shower" I repeated and added, "Take a
shower and meet me in my room."

Mike got cleaned up and wrapped a towel around his waist as he headed to
the master bedroom, his stomach in knots.  The bed-side light was on and I
lay stretched out naked on the bed. Mike looked around as he entered the
room and quickly noticed I'd placed the large bottle of lube on the bedside
table, it's cap flipped open.  Mike climbed on the bed and began to kiss
me, starting at my legs and working his way up to his pelvis. Mike noticed
the strong smell of sex on his husband. 'Those kids messing around on the
train must have gotten Peter really worked up,' he thought.  Mike continued
to make his way up Peter's body licking and kissing along the way, pausing
to pay extra attention to his husband's chest. When he reached my face,
Mike tried to kiss me on the mouth, but I turned away. "Baby steps," Mike
thought.

At the start of their relationship, Peter and Mike experimented sexually
with each other. Fairly quickly it became clear that Mike was partial being
a bottom Peter much preferred do the fucking. Over the years they fallen
into a routine: They'd make out for a bit, blow each other for a bit, Mike
would climb onto his husbands cock and very gradually get comfortable with
it's girth. Then they'd flip over and fuck missionary style so they could
cum face to face. Mike was thinking tonight would be just like every other
time they'd had sex in recent memory.  I had other plans.

Mike worked his way back down to his husband's cock and admired it for a
moment.  He'd seen plenty of longer cocks in his life time, but seldom
one's much thicker...  Not even in porn. Mike started to suck the head of
his husband's prick when Peter spoke, "No, not that," Peter reached over
and grabbed the lube and passed it to his husband. Gently, Mike applied the
lube to his husbands erection and then to his own ass.  Once he was ready,
he put a final dollop of lube on the head of Peter's cock and straddled his
husband's pelvis and began the slow process bearing down on it. In light of
how seldom they had intercourse in recent years, and the thickness of
Peter's cock, it generally took 10 minutes before Mike was loosened up
enough so that they could flip over and fuck.

Once Mike had grown accustomed to being impaled on his husband's cock, he
eased off and lay down next to Peter, ready for 'act two'. "I want to do
something different this time," Peter announced. Mike didn't know what
"different" entailed, he was just glad they were having sex.

Peter took the pillows and piled three of them in the centre of the
bed. Mike quickly got the picture and he knelt over them. The pillows under
his hips, ass pointing up in the air and face down on the mattress. Peter
knelt behind his husband and lined things up, Mike's ass was a few inches
too high, Peter grabbed Mike's ankles and pulled them sharply backward,
forcing Mike to collapse fully on the pile of pillows. Now Peter's cock was
lined up perfectly with Mike's chute.

Peter pressed his cock into the cleft of his husbands ass and started. One
inch, then two, then three... Mike tried to relax, he took a sharp breath
and waited for Peter to halt his assault for a few seconds, as he always
did. There was no pause this time.  Peter sunk his fat fuck-stick into the
target in one very slow, steady motion. Peter waited a few seconds and then
started to slowly piston out, then in again. Peter establish steady rhythm,
using the full length of his cock.  Occasionally, Mike would feel a sharp
twinge of pain as his husband bottomed out.  Mike bore the discomfort
gladly, they were having sex, that was all that mattered.  If a little bit
of pain was part of his penance for cheating on Peter with his husband's
son, he was happy to bear it.

Mike was the farthest thing from Peter's mind. Peter thought about the boy
on the train, 'cocky little shit'. He replayed the moment when the kid had
seen Peter's hard-on. 'Bet that gave him something to think about.' Peter
took a deep thrust, mashing his hips up against his husband's ass. 'I'd
teach him a thing or two; Bend him over and show him what a proper fucking
is!' Another hard trust. Mike pictured the boy's tight hole wrapped around
his fat cock. Peter bottomed out and held his cock there for a second. He
was close to cumming already and he wanted this to last a lot longer. Peter
paused, waiting for the sensation of an imminent orgasm to subside. Then,
his fantasy fell apart.

The kid was obviously straight, he'd have no interest in getting fucked up
the ass, and certainly not by a man more than twice his age. Non-consensual
sex wasn't something that turned Peter's crank. No, a big part of what got
Peter turned on was someone desiring him. Getting checked out, cruised,
sized up... Their eyes suggesting they wanted to suck his cock or get
fucked by him. The boy on the train radiated not one whiff of desire for
Peter.

Peter took his mind back to earlier that evening. He thought of twink at
the urinal jerking off beside him. The way his eyes lit up and he drank in
the sight of Peter's fat cock. He started to fuck Mike again in earnest,
thrusting in and out of his husband's now well-fucked hole. He got back
into the zone, his passion reinvigorated. He wondered if the twink would be
able to handle his big cock. Peter doubted it, he also remembered how
quickly the kid had cum...No stamina. Not ideal.  How about the guy to his
right? 'Mr. Lumber-sexual.' He was a better bet.  Sturdier looking, taller,
more Peter's type. 'I'd bet he could handle a proper ass-fucking!'  Mike
became a surrogate for Mr. lumber-sexual. Peter was getting close again. He
could feel his balls start to churn.

Mike, meanwhile, had fully relaxed and was thoroughly enjoying getting
fucked hard.  It had been many years since his husband had screwed him with
such unbridled passion. The combined effects of the extra deep dicking, the
new position and his cock being thrust into the pillows was getting him to
the edge. Peter had backed off for a few minutes, but now he was pounding
away at his husbands ass like an animal. Mike heard his husband breath get
ragged, felt Peter's cock throb in his ass 'Oh god, Mike thought I'm going
to cum!'

As he pounded away at his husband's ass, Peter's mind was in a loop,
replaying the brief scene in the washroom over and over again: Looking over
to his right, the worn cuffs, faded jeans. Mr. Lumber-sexual with his
longish cock capped with a nice big mushroom head, plaid shirt and his
face. Beard, sky blue eyes... Over and over.  'Start, play, stop, repeat.'
He felt a wave pass over him, he was about to cum. He could tell it was
going to be a good one, any second now. He tried to run through the scene
once more, he was playing the mental movie in fast-forward, trying to time
the end with his impending orgasm. Just before he started to cum, the scene
was over. His orgasm hung in the air for a fraction of a second and his
mind raced past the moment where he'd always stopped. Past
Mr. Lumber-sexual and straight to... Kieran.

Kieran, his son, standing just six feet away from him in full paroxysm. His
face locked in ecstasy, his cock spasming in his hand, cum flying
everywhere. Peter was no longer able to prevent his mind from going to that
place. It was a place he'd tried desperately to push down, avoid, and block
out. Ever since the night he'd seen his son getting a blow-job on the couch
downstairs. He wanted his son. He wanted to kiss him passionately, get
naked with him, suck his cock, and yes, he wanted to fuck him. Peter's
orgasm raced through his body, wave after wave as the scales fell away from
his eyes. At that moment, in his mind, he was fucking his son, Kieran.

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Five minutes later my husband and I were laying on the bed. We were totally
spent and exhausted. Mike stirred, got up and wearily headed to the
bathroom, barely able to stand on his wobbly legs. He returned a short time
later with a wet facecloth and a towel. He watched as I cleaned myself
up. For the first time in weeks, Mike dared to think it was actually
possible. 'Maybe would could put the past behind us.' 'Perhaps Peter can
forgive me.' 'There is a chance that we can still fix this.' He stood there
hoping and waiting. Perhaps I'd invite him to spend the night in our bed.
I handed the used facecloth and towel back to Mike. At that moment he
realized that I wasn't going to invite him to stay.

As he turned to leave I spoke to him, "Mike. Look, I think we should see
other people. At least until we decide where we are going with this... Us,
I mean." "You want to see other people? Mike asked, totally caught off
guard.  "I'm not sure, I'm just not ruling it out right now." "OK', Mike
replied. "There need to be ground rules thought." I said. "Ground rules?
Mike asked. "Yes, ground rules. You can't sleep with anyone I know. And,
you have to always use condoms." I stated.  Mike nodded and left, heading
for the guest room.

As Mike lay on his bed he weighed what had just happened against what I'd
said and thought: Well, for the first time I can dare to hope that we can
still put our lives back together. We just had sex, which is a big step. On
the other side of the ledger, 'seeing other people.' Mike didn't like the
sound of that one bit.  While it was far from perfect, it was better, much
better than just a few hours ago.  'Baby steps', he reminded himself, and
drifted off to sleep.

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Kieran and I continued our covert friendship. I didn't want Mike asking me
what we talked about or if his name came up.  And his name did come
up. Kieran wanted to know about Mike and me, so I told him things were
better. "Better?" Kieran asked.  "Ya," I elaborated, "As in he's a better
roommate than husband." Kieran laughed.  "How's the sex life?" Kieran
inquired. "Non existent", how's yours? I quipped back.  My son smiled again
and replied "No news on that front," "Well, something else we I have in
common" I proposed. "Unless you count jackin' off, that part is going
brilliantly." Kieran added. "Just try not to do it in public toilets" I
said.  "You're one to talk dad!" He had a point, "Touche!" I chose then
mention that I'd told Mike we should both see other people. "How's that
going to work?" Kieran asked. "It isn't, I don't need complications at the
moment." I added. "What about you? There must be tons of hot young guys at
Uni." "Well there is this one hot prof", Kieran informed me, "but he's
straight. Like you were saying dad, too complicated. You know what we both
need? uncomplicated sex!" I huffed, "There is no such thing."

The following weekend, I met Kieran in the city for dinner. This time I
drove, that would mean no drinking. No drinking and things wouldn't spiral
out of control again.

I had one glass of wine with dinner.  I figured over the course of the
evening I could have perhaps two or three drinks and remain well under the
legal limit for driving.

Kieran said,"I thought we'd it a few bars." "OK", I agreed, but there are
conditions." "What conditions?" Kieran asked. "1, I'm not drinking 2, No
strip clubs." Kieran shrugged and said, "Cool". We started at Woody's. I
went to get some drinks, I noticed someone ordering something that looked
like a 1950s style soda pop, so I ordered one. "I thought you weren't going
to drink tonight?" "I'm not, that's why I'm drinking this thing." For the
first time I studied the label, '8% alcohol by volume.' "Fuck!" I blurted
out. "Well that's number two" Kieran suggest we leave after one drink, "I'm
just not feeling this place tonight."

We went to a different bar. As we got situated, the waiter came over and
announced there was a 'two drink per person minimum.' I said, "OK, let's
go." Kieran said "Hold on a sec, I'll drink the beer, you can still have a
pop or something." The waiter chimed in, "You guys order four beers and you
can have as much pop as you want...free." The round came, four beers and a
pint glass of diet coke.

The place was pretty seedy and run down. The crowd was older for the most
part.  There were a few younger guys, in their twenties, but as I studied
them I figured out they were rent-boys. 'This place is a shit-hole', I
thought. Eventually, one of the regulars slithered over and pulled up a
chair. He was 70 if he was a day. He held out his hand, "I'm Quentin, my
fiends just call me Q... You're new here?" I seethed at his
sleaziness. "That line is about as old as you are", I quipped.  Quentin
thru me an acid stare. Some of the other regulars oozed over and joined us,
uninvited. I stared at the three untouched beers on the table. I'd only had
the two drinks, so I grabbed a beer an took a long pull, draining half the
glass 'Probably watered down in a dump like this anyhow.' I thought. I
polish off the draft off in short order. Kieran saw I was miserable, "Lets
get out of here", he said.

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We walked along the sidewalk, "You OK dad?" I sighed, "Not really, I think
I might just head home." OK, lets start over", Kieran said "I have just the
thing!"My son looked around and pulled me into an alley.  He reached into
his pocket and pulled out a small plastic tube, from the tube he produced
two fat joints. "Hell no!" I said. Kieran said "Suit yourself" and sparked
up. I watched as Kieran inhaled deeply, holding it in before coughing and
exhaling the sweet smelling smoke. "This stuff is wicked strong" Kieran
commented."Perhaps you'd better save some for later." I suggested.  "Can't"
Kieran coughed, "Get caught with this on campus and I'm history, 'Zero
tolerance' bull shit.

My son tried to hand the joint to me again. "I can't" I said. "What's the
problem?"  he asked, sounding mildly annoyed. I thought about his question.
Why was I sabotaging the evening? First I was sullen in Woody's, then I got
bent at those harmless old queens, now I was being an old fart myself. I
tried gauge my concerns: OK, lets break this down: Granted, I was a bit
buzzed, nothing like the previous weekend in the stripper bar. As for being
led around by my dick, it hadn't made it presents felt all night. Not a
stir or a twitch. As I thought back on the night I hadn't had a single
sexual thought all evening.  I reached out and grabbed the joint and took a
few deep drafts. It had been nearly two decades since I'd blazed.  Like
everything else, pot was different now. GMOs, hydroponics, improved
strains, whatever it was, my head was swimming. We finished the joint and
discarded the roach.

Kieran and I walked around for a bit. "You have a destination in mind?" I
asked.  "More of an idea," he replied. "So where are we going? I
asked. I'll tell you in a second, there's something we need to do first. My
son took me by the arm and guided me to a quiet spot. Again, he reached
into his pocket and fished out the plastic tube. He produced the second
joint. I was still high from the last hit. We each took a couple of good
tokes and discarded the rest. "OK" my son announced, "Now we're ready!"

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I followed my son as he approached a dimly lit doorway and entered. Beyond
the door was a small reception area with a counter and some posters. My
buzzed brain (I was as high as a kite at this point) tried to figure out
where we were. I studied the posters and saw a small sign: 'Evening special
­ Lockers $15, Single rooms $25, double rooms, $35, Deluxe rooms
$45'. Normally It would have registered instantly, but I was totally stoned
so I re-read the price list twice before it clicked over.  Panic set in and
I grabbed Kieran and pulled him back towards the door, "Let's go, NOW!"

"This place is a sauna!" I blurted out. "Ya, I know," replied
Kieran. "Look, you said what we both needed was some uncomplicated sex."
"No I stammered, that not what I said!" Through the mental fog of the pot I
tried to recall the exact conversation. Kieran spoke again, "That's why
we're here, this is where you find uncomplicated sex" I stood, stunned
Kieran said, "I'm going to check it out. You can leave if you want."  "NO,
You're not!" Kieran started to look really annoyed.  "You can't be telling
me what to do! I don't live under your roof now, and besides, I'm an
adult!"

My son approached the counter and pulled some money from his pocket, paying
for a room, he was let in and disappeared.  I went outside and paced in
front of the building. I grabbed my cell phone and called his number,
straight to voice mail. I tried again, with the same result. I started to
panic.  We were both very stoned, what if he did something stupid? What if
he got an STI? I should have stopped him!  I looked at my phone again and
tried one more time. 'FUCK!' I went back in and approached the counter, "I
need to talk to someone, someone inside." The guy at the counter informed
me "If you want to go in you have to get a room." I looked at the price
list, "I'll take a locker." I handed over my $15 and went in.

I'd never been in a gay sauna before.  It wasn't the kind of place 'nice
boy's' went when I was young and single.  The AIDS crisis was at it's peak,
people who were seen coming and going from these places got a
reputation..."Sluts, whores, dirty..." I'd imagined what sauna's were like:
Seedy, dark, smelly, sticky floors..."

As I entered, it wasn't at all what I had expected. Beyond the reception
area was a large well-lit bar. There were chairs and a sofa, a flat-screen
with the 24hour news station on. People were sitting around wrapped in
towels chatting. No sign of Kieran. As I tried to get my bearings the man
behind the bar spoke, "Lockers and rooms are to the left."  I stared to
wander around, looking for my son. Everyone seemed to be staring at
me. 'What if someone recognizes me?' I stuck out like a sore thumb.  It
took a second to click, I was the only person not just wrapped in a
towel. I found my locker and got undressed and put on the towel. At least
now I could blend in.

The place was massive, spread out over two floors. What if Kieran was in a
room with someone already? I pushed the image out of my mind and soldiered
on. I saw a door marked 'Sauna' and walked in.  There was my son, a wave of
relief washed over me. I sat next to him, trying to think of what I could
say to convince him to leave.  I looked him, about to speak. As I gathered
my thought he smiled at me softly, a sheen of sweat covering his
face. "Hey", he said.

I looked around, trying to gauge if anyone was watching us. There were
other people in the sauna, so I had to pick my words carefully so as not to
create a scene.  The guy sat directly across from us was staring at
Kieran. He was late forties, handsome and fairly well built. I was struck
with an overwhelming sense of deja vu.  Not an situation I'd been a part
of, one I'd heard about in explicit detail... From my son. The sauna at the
gym, my son and my husband. It was where their mutual seduction had
started.

I study Kieran carefully. His eyes are fixed, his breath deep and
deliberate, a sheen of sweat covers his body. His hair is slightly damp.
'God, he is sexy,' I thought. 'No wonder my husband couldn't resist
him. Could I have resisted him under then same circumstances?'

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I want to take a step-back from the story for a second.

At his point, and at many others, people might wonder why I didn't just
leave.  There have been several times in the story where the only rational,
logical thing to do was leave.

My parents were happily married for some years, then I was born. They, my
mother in particular, resented me deeply. Having me around 'cramped her
style.'  When they took holidays, went out to dinner, movies, visited
friends... I was always foisted off on a relative or babysitter. I felt
abandoned and deeply and profoundly excluded, and I hated that feeling.

I wasn't even mildly effeminate, but being gay made me 'self-exclude.'  I
loved sports, but I didn't feel comfortable in change rooms and
showers. (Nor did my straight teammates.) So, I withdrew. Excluded
again. When my friends started go to parties to meet girls I was not
included in that either.  They weren't being cruel, our interests had just
diverged.

The mould was cast and a pattern established.

Later, when my husband would do anything that didn't included me, I felt
deeply unhappy. Couples typically do some things separately, an interest
they don't share, a friend you don't care for, or just some time alone: I
hated that.

I'm not saying this to get sympathy. Pity doesn't interest me. I stating
this by way of an explanation: When people 'did things' together, I wanted
to be a part of it, even when it was something I had no business stick my
oar into. I would do ANYTHING to be included. The closer I felt to the
person, the greater my desperation.  So, very often when I should have
left, I stayed.

Back to the story,

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Kieran is fascinated with the older man sat directly across from him, 'Just
his type'. He watched as the man puts himself on display. Kieran felt a mix
of emotions. He feels desired; He feels aroused; He feels a sense of power
and control. Had it been another boy my son's age, that boy might just as
soon reject Kieran as desire him. With a much older man, the chances of
rejection are greatly diminished. Many, if not most, older men will do
almost anything to bed a younger partner. They are prepared to drop all
demands, surrender every expectation, do whatever it takes to sip from the
cup... The Holy Grail of youth. Kieran was all too aware of this fact.

So I'm sitting there looking at Kieran and thinking 'God, he's sexy'. Yes,
he was my son, but really only biologically.  I hadn't even know him until
he was already a man. The taboos around incest (There's that word) exist
for a reason.  When people who are related have sex, they may have
children.  The off-spring of incest are more often idiots than
geniuses. Frequently they are retarded or physically deformed. This does
not apply with fathers and their sons. The second part of the taboo deals
with the idea that an adult parent should not take sexual advantage of
their child. Kieran was not a child, he never had been "my child."

It would be easy to suggest that had I not had those drinks and smoked that
weed, I wouldn't have found myself in this situation. That might be
true. Looking back now I realized that if not that night, then some other
time. If not that situation, another. From the moment I'd learned my
husband and son were having sex it was almost inevitable that I would want
to do the same... The whole "exclusion" theme.  It drew me to want to be
included in everything my son did. The more intimate, the more I was
compelled to be at least a witness to it.

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The man sat opposite my son had exposed himself, both literally and
figuratively.  It was now up to Kieran to offer an olive branch,so that his
suitor could proceed to the next step. His 'olive branch' was under his
towel. As I watched, my son started to get an erection. The damp towel
clinging to his body. I could see the clear and unmistakable outline of his
cock as it grew. At first it was hanging down as it thickened, pushing the
towel away from his body. As it filled out it reached critical mass, at
which point it started to turn and point upward. Kieran reached down and
adjusted himself, allowing his boner to fully extend upwards against his
pelvis. The head of his cock peeked up just above the top of his towel.

I'd barley noticed, but there were three other men in the sauna besides
myself, my son and the man sat directly across from him.  Boners are
contagious and lust is infectious.  Two of the other men were
late-twenties, perhaps early-thirties. They watched my son and reached
under their own towels. In a corner sat a boy in his mid-twenties. He
looked amer-asian, half European and half Japanese I'd guessed. He was
smooth and handsome, it was obvious he worked out. His shoulders were
broad, he had square pecks and a very discernible six-pack. His hair
straight and black, eyes and puffy lips were dark brown as were his
nipples. He seemed to be studying me.  His eyes traced up an down my body,
then stopped at my waist. I looked down, 'contagious boner', I was totally
hard.

The man opposite my son decided it was time to make his move. He crossed
the floor and put a hand on Kieran's knee while he looked him square in the
eyes. Kieran sat motionless. The man took the fact that Kieran hadn't
pushed his hand away as a sign to proceed. He slowly began to open my son's
towel like he was unwrapping a gift.  Next, he gently grasped Kieran's cock
and pulled it slightly away from my son's torso.

As I watched, it occurred to me: The first time I'd seen my sons bare, hard
cock he'd been seated perhaps 12 feet away and we were separated by a pain
of glass. The second time, a week ago, he was standing just six feet away
and all that separated us was another man, Mr. Lumber-sexual. Now he was
sitting right next to me, a few inches of space seperated us. There was
nothing between us now.

The man with his hand on my son's cock again looked into Kieran's
eyes. Kieran nodded slightly. The man slowly lowered his head toward
Kieran's prick. Kieran spread his legs slightly, and it happened: His leg
touched mine.  A bolt of electricity shot through my body and my cock
lurched. I let out a small gasp, my son turned his face towards me and a
soft smile crept across his lips. He lowered his gaze to my crotch and
stared at my thick cock hovering in the air like some kind of erotic
meat-puppet. Slowly Kieran reached over towards my cock, his hand open. I
gently pushed it away. My son direct his attention back to the action in
his own lap.  We both watched as the man at his groin took a couple
tentative licks and then proceeded to suck the knob of Kieran's cock. He
began to ease his lips down my son's cock, inch after inch disappearing
into his hot, wet mouth. Kieran gasped and reached over suddenly and
grabbed my hand and squeezed, my hand squeezed back.

The amer-asian lad had moved over and was now sitting on the bench directly
below mine. He reached up and cupped my big balls, weighing them in his
palm. I looked down as he wrapped his fist around the base of my cock and
gave it a gentle squeeze. He was measuring it's girth with his hand.
Unable to touch his middle finger to his thumb, he looked up at me and
smiled. He knelt on the bench and gave my thick rod several long wet laps
with his tongue. He re-positioned himself slightly and began his oral
decent.

Getting head was always dodgy proposition for me.  Inevitably, men would
always reach the point where my girth exceeded their ability to open their
mouths. Nothing is quite as unpleasant as teeth raking one's cock. I can
count on one had the number of men had been able accommodate my thickness
beyond a certain point. Even my husband hadn't mastered that skill.

As the amer-asian boy relaxed his jaw, he proceeded to bob further
down. With every few strokes, a fraction on an inch more. Every so often,
his teeth would just gently graze my shaft, but never so firmly as to be
unpleasant. Once he reached the two-thirds point, I felt my cock head bump
up against the back of his throat.  Fucking is my favourite thing, but a
really good blow-job is a very close second.

I took a moment to look around. The other two men were vigorously jerking
themselves off. They had pulled in tightly to each other and were making
out, kissing deeply while they flogged their cocks. Occasionally, they
would untangle their tongues and watch the rest of us. Kieran and I were
sitting on the top bench with our respective partners kneeling on the lower
bench, both getting well and properly serviced.  I imagine the scene played
itself out hundreds of times in that very sauna with slight
variations. This time was a bit different from the standard fare: Kieran
and I were holding hands while we were getting sucked off... Father and
son.

At some point, the sauna door swung open. A staff member wearing rubber
gloves and carrying a bucket of cleaning supplies stood in the
doorway. "Sorry boys, sauna's closed for 20 minutes. I've got to hose this
place down, health regulations." There was a lot of sighing, huffing and
grumbling, but we all eventually left.

Kieran announced, "It's time for a shower, I'm poached." The two guys who
been making out disappeared down a corridor.  The other four of us headed
to the showers. My son and my amer-aisan friend took up positions under
adjacent shower- heads and began to wash off and chat to each other. That
left Kieran's partner and I on the opposite side of the shower room. Once
we were all cleaned up we began to towel off.  Kieran's partner wandered
over to my son and spoke to him, "Want to come back to my room?" Kieran
glanced at me for a moment, "I'm kind of with my...Friend" and nodded in my
direction. "He's welcome to join us, I have a deluxe room."  The amer-asian
lad stared at me and spoke, "Do you have a room?" "Um just a locker," I
answered. "Same here the boy replied lowering his head, looking
disappointed. Kieran's partner spoke again, "Look, there's plenty of space
for everyone in my room, that's what makes it 'deluxe'!"

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The room was large. In a corner there was a low king-sized plastic covered
bed.  Kieran and my little friend were both still rock-hard (Oh, to be in
one's twenties again!) It's the first proper look I'd had at the lads cock.
It was pointing straight up, flat against his pelvis. He had a smallish
nuts but a respectable cock, 6" and uncut. He stood about 5'9" tall and had
a perfect, I meant PERFECT bubble butt.

We all climbed on the bed and began to take up from where we'd left off in
the sauna. My son and I laid next to each other and stared at each others
faces while are respective partners got to work on our cocks. In no time,
my little friend was back to getting two-thirds of my cock in his mouth, at
which point my knob bumped up against the back of his throat. Kieran's
partner slurped noisily, taking about half of my son's 7 1/2".  I found it
slightly ironic that this had been Kieran's idea, and yet I was clearly
getting the better blow-job.  My little buddy stopped sucking my cock for a
second and spoke to me, "I need a better position to do this thing
justice."

I should explain, my cock had a slight upwards curve. Ultimately, if
someone is between my knees and they can get the thing all the way to the
back of their mouth, it bumps up against their pallet. My new best friend
had the solution: He climbed over me and flipped around to a '69' position
on top of me. From that angle he could go further down on my rod.  It had
another benefit, his ass was now in my face, and what a perfect little ass
it was! I figured it was time to pay him some attention. I tried to bend
his cock backwards to aim it at my mouth. It was too stiff. As hard as I
tried between the angle, the stiffness and our height difference, it was
impossible. I resort to just slowly jerking his nice six inch cock, gently
sliding his snug foreskin up and down.

Not long after I'd started, he spit my cock out, grabbed my hand and warned
me.  "I'm close!" I slowed my strokes to a snails pace but he swatted my
hand away, "No, like REALLLY close!" I let go and he resumed sucking me
off.  By this point, he was getting a good three-quarters of my meat in his
mouth. It felt amazing!  Still I wondered if there was something I could be
doing to show my appreciation.  There was the answer, right in front of my
face, literally.

Then something happened: My cock slipped right down his throat, I mean ALL
of it.  If you have been fortunate enough to experience that sensation, you
know it's beyond incredible. Three distinct sources of stimulation, Lips,
tongue, and then the toe curler: The tight ring of throat mussels sliding
over your knob. On any other day, having had sensory overload of being
deep-throated, I'd be cumming at that point. I suspect the pot I'd smoked
may have played a role in my not blowing the kids head off instantly.

The pot had a secondary effect, it lowered my inhibitions: As a rule, I
find the notion of rimming nasty. I'm not into ass, except to fuck it.
Every rule has it's exception. This guy had the perfect ass. It was
melon-round and completely smooth, save a few fine, sparse hairs deep in
the cleft of his crack. As my cock slipped down his throat, I dove in face
first and started gnawing and licking like a starving man.

I heard my son swear, "Holy fuck! You took the whole thing!" Apparently
Kieran was watching my partner deep-throat my cock. Then Kieran cried out
"Teeth! Teeth!" I guess his partner had tried, unsuccessfully, to duplicate
what it was that had elicited such a positive response from my son.  I
continued to feast on the ass in my face. It smelled slightly of soap and
tasted like coconut, I swear. (Perhaps that was the pot too?)

A couple more times the lad managed to get my whole cock down his throat
for a second. Each time, the sensory overload had me dive into his ass,
forcefully tongue-fucking him. Suddenly, he spit out my cock, pulled his
ass off my face ad I saw him reach between his legs and pinch one of his
nuts hard. "Fuck, I almost came."

Kieran laughed and said, "Dude, that's kind of the point!" The lad replied,
"I know, but I don't want to just yet. It's just sometimes it's too intense
when someone's eating my ass like that and I cum before I'm ready." My son
asked, "Really? You can come with someone just eating your ass?  Without
even touching yourself? The lad replied, "For sure, haven't you ever done
that?" "I don't know", Kieran said, "I've never had any one, you know, do
that to me."

It was time for a change of position. "Could you do something for me?" my
new buddy asked. "Such as?" I inquired. "Could you just rub your dick head
against my ass for a bit?"  "How do you mean?" I asked "Just lay back and
let me play with it against my ass." I spun around so by head was at the
foot of the bed. The boy climbed over me and straddled my cock. He looked
into my eyes as he swiped my knob back and forth passing it over his
hole. It felt amazing as it squished back and forth in the lubrication of
my spit.

Apparent it looked pretty good as well. My son and the guy who had been
blowing him took a break to from each other to just watch and stroke their
cocks. "That's so hot!" Kieran said. "Feels unbelievable, you should try
it!" suggested the lad on top of me. As he manipulated my cock back and
forth across his ass-hole, he hunched down slightly to apply more
pressure. I could feel the indentation as my knob passed over his hole.  It
felt wonderful, but I stopped him.  "I'm not sure this is... totally safe,"
I said. "I'm not good with my cock almost in your ass."  "Condom!" Kieran
called out. The older man reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a
condom. The lad unwrapped and attempted to unsheathe it onto my cock.  "Not
sure this condom will fit." he observed.  All four of us observed the
predicament.  Kieran piped up. "Here, let me try."

Kieran took a hold of my cock and held it firmly. I gasped and my cock
twitched as a big gob of precum bubbled out of the head. Kieran smiled at
me and said, "That should make it slide on more easily." Out of no where I
was about to cum, I could feel it. The sensation of my son's hand on my
cock was going to put me over the edge. As Kieran struggled to get the
condom on, my cock twitched and surged a few more times. "Don't make him
cum!" the amer-asian boy said.  "I'm not trying to", My son answered as he
smiled down to me and winked. "Steady there stud."

Once the condom was on, the lad climbed back on and resumed rubbing the
head of my cock back and forth in the cleft of his ass. Kieran and the
other man watched and stroked their own cocks. Emboldened by the condom,
the lad started applying more downward force every time my knob grazed his
hole. Eventually, he stared forcing half of the head of my cock in with
each pass.

Feeling like a third wheel (And it was his room after all!) the older
fellow asked Kieran if he's like his cock sucked some more. "You could,
that would be good.  You know what I'd really like? Do you think you could
have a munch on my ass?  The poor old guy hardly jumped at the offer, I
think it was becoming clear that the most enticing thing about him was his
king sized bed. Kieran added, "No one's ever done that to me before, you'd
be my first!" That sealed the deal, he got behind my son and started to
"munch", as Kieran had put it.

I was laying with my head at the foot of the bed, my little buddy's knees
straddling my waist as he rubbed the head of my cock against his ass.
Kieran was standing at the foot of the bed looking down at us.  Behind my
son, the older guy doing his level best to be of service, kissing and
chewing Kieran's butt cheeks.

The boy on my lap had managed to work the entire head of my cock into his
ass. He had switched from rubbing back and forth to bouncing up and down an
inch or two.  The sight of my cock (almost)in the lads ass had my son's
rapt attention. He moved forward such that his cock was almost directly
above my face as the older man 'munched' on Kieran's butt. I lay on my back
motionless as the guy on my lap fucked, (now 2") of my cock into his
ass. Kieran asked him, "Do you think you can take any more?" The boy pushed
down a little harder for a second, "Nope, I think that's about it, tight
ass, too much cock." he said "It feels amazing though," he added. He was
right, it did feel amazing.

Generally, it takes stimulation on more than the knob of my cock to get me
off.  However, in light of the fact that I'd already almost cum a few
times, combined with the visual stimulation of seeing my son stroke it cock
directly above my face... I had more than enough arousal to put me over the
edge. The lad riding me put his hands on my chest and leaned forward. I
watched as he clamped his lips around the head of my son's prick. My cock
throbbed, forcing another half-inch into the boys ass. The lad grunted and
leaned forward and took more of Kieran's cock in his mouth.

Kieran stroked the base of his cock while the lad riding my knob sucked the
other half. He spit my son's prick out for a second and spoke, "I'm about
to cum." Kieran replied, "I'm just about there too." He started stroking
the base of his cock more vigorously. The lad sucked the top half of
Kieran's cock back into his mouth and increased the tempo of his bouncing
up and down on my knob. I felt his ass constrict and his hands squeezed my
chest. He started to hum loudly on Kieran's cock. "Fuck, that feels great!"
Kieran shouted. I was looking up watching my son's cock pumping in and out
of the lads mouth, I saw as Kieran's nuts stared to climb up towards the
base of his cock.

The boy grunted, despite a mouth full of my sons prick. You could make out
him repeating, "um hmm, um hmm, um hmm!" He took one hand off my chest,
grabbed his cock and stared to cum. I felt his hot load spray up my chest
in several short hard bursts, his shouts muffled by a mouth full of
Kieran's cock. Kieran groaned , "Oh my god I'm cumming too!"

He tried to push the lads mouth off his cock, but the boy wasn't having it,
he wanted my son to cum in his mouth. Kieran's first blast shot out of his
cock nailed the back of this throat causing him to gag. Attempting to
regain his composure, the boy readied himself for the next volley. The
second was harder then the first and he gagged, hard, again. Realizing he
was defeated, he spit Kieran's cock out. The next three blasts ricochet off
his lips and cheeks and splashed down onto my face.

I grabbed the boys hips and pulled him down, forcing perhaps another inch
of my fat cock up his chute. His ass tightened up and twitched at the
invasion and I started to cum. My tongue darted out of my mouth and licked
up a glob of my son's cum off my bottom lip. I slurped it back into my
mouth. It was sweet, almost like pineapple. I swallowed hard. My tongue
searched for more of Kieran's load and was rewarded with another puddle
that had landed between lips and nose.  My body shook, toes curled and I
exhaled sharply. I opened my mouth wide trying to take in more air and a
large drop of cum fell directly off my son's cock into my open mouth.  My
cock spasmed as I emptied my load into the condom, my body was rapt in
ecstasy.

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As I came back to my senses, I looked up at my son. Kieran was looking down
at me and smiling. "Seems I got some cum on your face. Quite a bit
actuality. Sorry 'bout that." He fake-frowned and used his finger to wipe a
blob of cum away from directly below my eye. As he drew his hand away, I
quickly gripped his wrist and held it still. He looked down at me,
puzzled. I guided his hand back towards my face, opened my mouth and sucked
on his cum covered finger. He stared at me for the longest time, then bent
over and gently kissed my forehead and whispered, "I Love you dad."

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This is the end of the story, well at least as much of it as I had intended
to tell.

Their might be one more installment, just to tie up a few loose
ends. Maybe.