Date: Thu, 10 Apr 2003 18:13:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: DAD, I LOVE YOU

DISCLAIMER: This is only a story. But fiction often mirrors life. Nothing
can be written about people which has probably not happened at one time or
another. I just don't know of something like this happening. If you do,
write and tell me. I'd love to hear about it.

DAD, I LOVE YOU
by RimPig (c) 2003

You do some incredibly dumb things when you're a teenager. Most of the
time, you either don't get caught or the consequences that should happen
don't. You get lucky. I've never been lucky.  When I was 17, I knew that I
really liked other guys. I had been fooling around with friends, especially
guys on the football and wrestling team since I was 14. My best friend Tom
and I used to mess around a lot. We finally got to the stage of giving each
other blowjobs when we were about 16 but soon after, Tom got scared about
us being "queer" and not only refused to mess around, he quit hanging
around me at all. He started dating girls and I was left wondering whether
or not I was queer?

I kept messing around with other jocks and decided that I really did like
it but I admitted to myself that I'd never really tried the "other side"
so, in my senior year, I decided, what the fuck?  Maybe I should date girls
and see if I liked that more. Frankly, it wasn't hard for me to get a date.
I was quite the stud in those days. At 6'2" tall and a buffed bod from
playing sports and working out in the gym all the time, I had always had a
lot of girls giving me "the eye". I just never pain any attention to
them. Now I did.

I finally spied this cute little junior named Kathy who obviously had a
crush on me. She was about 5'2" tall with long brown hair and green
eyes. She had a slender body with small breasts. If I had been at all aware
of my real feelings, I would have realized he body looked more like that of
a 14 year old boy than a 16 year old girl. I just walked up to her one day
and I thought she was gonna pass out just because I noticed her. What could
be easier? I started talking to her and the next thing you knew, we were
going out on dates.

We'd park on dark country roads and make out for hours. After what I
remember was the third or fourth date, we had progressed to the back seat
and it was way more than making out. She would suck my cock or, should I
say, she would 'try' to suck my cock. I have 8 « very thick uncut
inches. She could barely get the head in her mouth so she used her tongue a
lot, licking me like a lollypop. It was good, but it wasn't anywhere near
as good as the guys I fucked around with. A guy just knows how to suck
another guy's cock!

I tried eating her pussy and found that I liked that, especially after I
fucked her and could suck out my own cum. And I'd fuck her. Her pussy was
loose but since I'd never fucked ass, I had nothing to compare it to. Now
don't get me wrong, I do love to fuck - ass or pussy, doesn't make any
difference to me! And her pussy was just fine. Well, except for one
thing...

She told me that she was on the pill and that was before the days of AIDS
so I never used a condom. Didn't like the fuckin' things anyway. But I
don't know what the fuck kind of pill she was on, they must have been
vitamins or something, because when we had been going out about six months
she suddenly informs me that she is pregnant!

Oh fuck! Did the shit hit the fan then! Both her parents and my parents
demanded that we get married so, as soon as I graduated in June, we were
married five days later. Of course, this was the worst thing we could have
done but that's what you did in the small town where we grew up.

Married or not, I had a football scholarship to the state university so we
moved to the state capitol, where the university was, and moved into
'married student housing'. It was a large apartment house rather than a
dorm. We got two bedrooms because Kathy was pregnant and she started
working part-time at the student bookstore. I took a part-time job busing
tables in the student cafeteria that was arranged through the Athletic
Department. Working on campus made it easy for me to make practices and
games and not have to worry about losing my job.

The baby finally came and I was in the delivery room to watch the birth of
my son. The incredible feeling that went through me when I held this
little, wiggling bundle for the first time was indescribable. Well...no. I
can describe it. For the first time in my life, I fell head over heels in
love. This was my son, my boy. A part of me - flesh of my flesh as the
Bible says. I was overwhelmed with the feeling and for the first time since
I was a little kid, I stood there with tears rolling down my face. He
reached out his tiny little hand and grabbed onto my shirt and would not
let go. Somehow, even then, he knew who Daddy was and he was Daddy's
boy. But there I was, a boy myself at 17 and I was Daddy!

I made it through school and did well on the football team. I even had some
offers to turn pro, but I really wasn't interested. What I really wanted to
do was to go on and get a masters degree in Engineering. It took some
doing, but I got a scholarship to Perdue University. We moved to Indiana
and I started working part-time at an engineering firm. This, again, was
arranged by the University as a type of financial aid. We had named my son
Matthew Michael. Matthew for my Dad and Michael for me, but we called him
Matt.

Matt was growing like a weed and I loved him with all my heart. He seemed
to feel the same way about me. Every night when I got home, he was waiting
to run into my arms and to be kissed and held. It quickly became my job to
feed him, give him his bath and put him to bed every night.  Kathy was
always telling me how glad she was that I was as involved in Matt's care as
I was. She told me some of the other women in the apartment complex where
we were living (again, married student housing) told her that their
husbands hardly had anything to do with their children at all.

I couldn't understand this. Every free moment, and some that weren't, I
spent with Matt. I loved giving him his bath and putting him to bed. I
often took a bath (as he got older, a shower) with him because with my
'active' boy, I was going to get all wet bathing him anyway. In fact, I
found that bathing with him kept him more quiet. He seemed very content to
lay his naked body against my naked body and quietly talk to me. At about
age 3, he started into the "question" phase of development. He asked
questions about everything! How high is the sky, Daddy? What makes milk
white, Daddy? Why does it rain, Daddy? Question upon question, night after
night. I never minded. I loved to see his mind opening up and developing.

At age five Matt also started asking more 'personal' questions. He asked
about my dick and my balls. Why were mine so big and his so small? I told
him that he would grow up some day and his would be as big, or maybe even
bigger, than mine. He did have a good sized cock on him for a kid. One
night when he was almost six, while we were having a bath together and I
could see he had a hardon, as usual, he also asked why his got hard and did
mine ever get that way? I answered him as honestly as I could, within the
range of what he could understand.

"Well, Matt, what does it feel like when you penis gets hard?" I asked.

I was determined to use the real name of things with him and not some
stupid euphemism like "pee-pee" or "ding-a-ling".

"It feels GOOD!, Daddy!" he exclaimed and reached down and started playing
with his little boy- cock right there and then.

"That's the reason it gets hard. It likes to be played with, just like
you're doing." I said.

"Does yours get hard, Daddy?" he asked.

"All guys penis's get hard." I answered, universalizing it so that I could
get Matt's thoughts off of my penis. I should have known better!

"Do you play with yours, Daddy?" he asked.

"All guys play with their penis's, Matt." I said, trying to draw fire away
from myself again with about as much luck as last time!

"Could I see yours get hard, Daddy, and see you play with it?" he asked.

Okay, I really felt like a 'perv' now! Here I sat in the bathtub, I've got
a horny 5 year old boy sitting between my legs, jacking off his little
5year old cock and I was harder than steel watching my own son masturbate!
But I had promised myself that I was not going to let my son grow up the
way I had, being ashamed of my body and of sex, not knowing anything and
having to learn it all from other boys (some of whom were far from
accurate!). No! I was going to raise my son to be proud of his body and his
sexuality. So I had no real choice here. I wanted him to feel like
masturbation was a very natural thing and not something to be ashamed of.

I looked down into my son's expectant face, waiting for me to give him and
answer. I really loved this little boy with all my heart and soul and he
loved me. He was the only real love I had in my life. I didn't love the
woman I was married to. To be honest, I didn't want to be married to her at
all. The only reason I stayed, the only reason I didn't get a divorce was
this little naked boy sitting here in front of me.

"Yeah, Matt, you can see Daddy's penis hard." I said reaching down and
pulling it up above the water line. It was mostly hard by then and the
simple act of bringing it up out of the water and seeing the look of wonder
and amazement on Matt's face was enough to make it grow to full erect size
in my hand.

"Daddy! It's so BIG!" Matt exclaimed, on his face a look of complete awe.

Matt had only seen my cock soft. He'd never seen it erect. I guess he
didn't realize that, just as his penis got bigger when it got hard, mine
did, too.

"Can I see you play with it?" he asked softly.

"Matt, playing with your penis is called masturbation. You do it until it
feels really, really good.  Have you ever done that?" I asked.

"Well, I know that it feels good when I touch it. That's all I've ever
done." he said.

"Okay, I'll show you this, but you gotta promise me something first." I
said.

"Okay, Daddy." he said, his face shining with a smile.

"No, don't just 'okay' me. This is a 'cross your heart, hope to die'
promise." I said.

"Okay, Daddy." he said, suddenly getting very serious. "Cross my heart and
hope to die!"

He took his little index finger and drew a cross on his chest and then held
up his little hand like he was taking an oath in court. I couldn't believe
that little kids still did this just like I did at his age.  But I knew,
just like it had been when I was young, this was the most solemn oath a kid
could take.

"Okay, now this is 'guy stuff', you don't tell Mommy about this and you
don't do this when Mommy is around, ever! You got me?" I said looking as
sternly as I could at him.

"I gotcha, Daddy!" he grinned, ignoring my stern face like he always did.

This boy had me wrapped around his little finger and he knew it!

"Okay, this is also called 'Jacking-off'. Now when you're older, you'll do
this until some white stuff comes out of your cock." I said.

"White stuff? Cock?" he asked.

"Sorry. I show you the white stuff later. 'Cock' is another word for your
'penis' but it's not one you're ever use in front of anybody who's and
adult. You'll probably hear it and also 'dick' which is another name for a
penis from your friends. You can use it around them." I told him.

"Okay, Daddy. Now play with your cock." he laughed.

My cock was still as hard as a bone and I began stroking it slowly. Matt's
eyes grew as big as saucers and were glued to my cock and moving hand. I
saw him imitating my actions on his own boy-cock and it must have worked
for him because soon I could hear little moans and squeaks of pleasure
coming from him as he jacked-off for the first time. I was getting so
turned on I couldn't believe it! I hadn't been this turned on about sex
since I didn't remember when!

Then I did. I remembered when. The last time I'd had sex with my buddy Tom
before he decided he didn't want to be 'queer'. Now here I was, jackin'-off
with my own son and fuckin' turned on all to shit! I really felt like a
'perv' but I just couldn't stop! I juice pretty good and the pre-cum was
pouring out of my cockhead and was running down my cock. Matt must have
noticed it.

"What's that, Daddy? Are you peeing?" he asked.

"No, Matt. That's called pre-cum. It happens to me when my cock feels
really, really good!" I said.

"Are you sure? It looks like pee!" he said, one eyebrow raised in doubt.

I stopped jacking off and held my cock still. I took a little on my finger
and brought it to my mouth to taste, something I loved to do when I jacked
off. I also ate my own cum all the time.

"Nope, not pee. Wanna smell?" I asked.

"Yeah!" he enthused, a bright grin on his face.

"Okay." I said putting my finger back to my cockhead and gathering more of
the slick stuff on my finger. I held it under Matt's nose to sniff. He did
and then he quickly reached out his tongue and wiped the rest off my
finger. Fuck! I didn't expect him to do that!

"It's sweet, Daddy!" he said, looking up at me.

I couldn't be angry at him. He was just a boy - a naturally curios boy. But
I had to put a stop to this before it went any further. I wasn't about to
damage my son by having sex with him!

"Yeah, it is, son. Now, how does your cock feel?" I asked.

"Good! Daddy!" he grinned.

"Okay, let's see if you can get that good feeling from it." I said.

I started pounding my pud in earnest now and, 'monkey see, monkey do', Matt
followed my example. All of a sudden, his body stiffened and began
shaking. He let out a groan and I knew that my son had just experienced his
first orgasm. I continued stroking for two more strokes and then I was
moaning and pumping an amazing amount of cum out all over my chest and
stomach.  Matt had recovered enough from his own orgasm to watch in awe as
the cum shot from my cock.

"Daddy! What's that?!" he exclaimed, pointing to the cum covering my smooth
chest and abs.

Taking a deep breath, I looked down at him.

"That's the white stuff I was telling you about. It's called semen, but
most guys call it 'cum'. You know how you asked how babies are made?" I
asked him.

"Yeah." he said.

"And remember I told you that Daddy plants a seed inside Mommy?" I asked.

"Yeah, I remember!" he said, my eager little student.

"Well, cum is the seed. Or at least the seed is in the cum. You saw how it
shot out of my cock?" I asked.

"Yeah! It really went FAR!" he exclaimed.

"Well, that's what happens. Daddy shoots his cum way up inside Mommy and it
makes her have a baby." I told him.

"Ohhh. Okay." he said, beginning to put things together.

I began wiping the cum off myself and, without thinking, began licking it
up just as I always did.  Matt, watching me do this, stuck out his hand and
gathered some of my cum before I could stop him. He stuck his fingers in
his mouth and sucked down my cum. I was a little shocked at first but Matt
was sitting there smiling at me.

"So how did it taste?" I asked him.

"It was salty and sweet at the same time." he said.

"Matt, you can do that when you make your own come out of your cock but you
don't do that with another guy's cum, okay?" I said.

I really didn't want to say it was wrong, but I didn't want him doing that
either.

"Is it bad?" he said, getting a worried look on his face.

"No, it's not bad exactly. Just don't do it, please. When you can shoot cum
on your own, you come to me and I'll explain why. Okay?" I said.

"Okay." he said and that finished the discussion for then.

"Did jacking-off feel good?" I asked him, trying to get his mind somewhere
else.

"OHHH! YES! That felt sooooo good!" he moaned.

"Good! That's your first step towards being a man, Matt. But I need to talk
to you about doing it.  You don't do that where people can see you. That's
something private. Something you do when other people aren't around." I
said.

"Like in bed?" he asked.

My boy was smart and caught on quick.

"Exactly. Or in the bathroom or anyplace when people aren't going to be
around. Eventually you'll probably do it with other boys, but you still
can't say where or how you learned it, okay?" I asked.

"Okay! I promised. I won't forget." he said.

I picked his water slick little body up in my arms and held him. He felt so
good in my arms and the way he was hugging me, he liked being held against
my body. I heard him breathing hard and looked down at him.

"Whatcha smellin'?" I asked him.

"You." he said.

"What about me?" I asked.

"I love the way you smell, Daddy." he said simply.

I held him closer and took a long sniff of him. Yes, the smell of young
boy, the scent of my son. It was something I would always remember.

"I like the way you smell, too, Matt." I grinned.

For the next couple of years we continued to bathe and shower together and
oftentimes we would jack-off together. I never again let him eat my cum nor
did I ever touch his cock. When he was about nine, Kathy suggested that it
was time that he took a shower on his own. I was not at all happy about
this but I realized that she was right. I also realized that jacking-off
with Matt was better sex to me than fucking her. Of course, by this time,
our sex life was not exactly wonderful.  I fucked her maybe once a
month. Ever since Matt was born, she had been on the pill - the right one
this time!

I went and found Matt in his room reading. I went in and sat down on his
desk chair while he lay on the bed.

"Matt, your mom thinks that you're old enough now to start taking your
shower by yourself." I said.

He looked at me as this message hit home and his face fell when he fully
realized what I was saying.

"Are you still going to tuck me in?" he asked quietly, his voice full of
hurt.

"Matt, I will continue to tuck you in until you yourself tell me to stop."
I promised him.

He brightened up somewhat at this, but then his face turned solemn.

"Will you explain this to me when you explain why I can't eat anybody's cum
but my own?" he asked.

I was floored! How the fuck could he remember that?! He was six when we had
that discussion. I suddenly realized that he remembered a fuck of a lot
more than I realized.

"Yes, Matt. I'll explain it to you then." I said and got up and left his
room.

Every night I continued to tuck him in and every night he hugged me and
kissed me. I wondered when that would stop. Eventually he'd be a teenager
and most teen boys don't like to hug and kiss their fathers. I also
wondered when I would find out from him that I had to explain about not
eating other guy's cum and why we couldn't take a shower together.

It was five years. Over that time, Matt had begun to shoot up. He was
nearly as tall as I was and I could tell that he was rapidly turning into a
beautiful male. Oh, he'd been adorable as a boy but there was something
about Matt, as he moved into manhood, that really caused my heart to skip
beats when I really looked at him.

It was a few months after his 14th birthday when one night, as I tucked him
in, I was sitting on the side of his bed and he looked up at me.

"Dad, we need to have that discussion now." he grinned at me.

For a moment, I didn't understand what he was talking about and then it hit
me!

"You shot your first load?!" I exclaimed.

"Yep! Last night!" he said.

"Well, welcome to being a man, son!" I grinned at him and he blushed.

God! He was so cute when he blushed! He was gonna break a lot of hearts.

"Tomorrow night, you and me are going out and celebrate. Wherever you want
to go, whatever you want to do - within reason, of course." I smiled at
him.

"Yeah!" he exclaimed and then he bounced up out of bed just like a little
kid and threw his arms around me.

In doing so, the covers slipped down enough that I could see that he had
taken to sleeping in the nude, something I didn't realize. He also
obviously had grown in more ways than just height, something else I didn't
know. I got a glance at a cock that, soft, was almost as big as my own
soft. There was a nice puff of pubic hair above it.

I didn't blush, but my cock reacted to this sight of my beautiful boy, who
was not a boy anymore but rapidly becoming a young man. He'd started out
working with weights and his form and muscles were that of a young god! It
was only my love for him and my fear of hurting him in some way that kept
my own hormones in check. I wanted to make love to him right there and
then. My realization of how I felt was the beginning of the end for my
marriage, though I didn't realize it at the time.

Matt and I held each other for a long time. I think Matt would have never
left my arms that night but I pulled back from him. I didn't know how much
longer my own resolve not to molest my own son would hold out if I held him
in my arms any longer. Matt looked at me and seemed resigned to breaking
physical contact but something in his eyes told me he wasn't any happier
about it than I was.

"You still smell good." he said quietly, not looking at me.

"And you do too." I said softly.

And it was true. The scent of Matt still did things to me. Especially now
that he was moving into manhood and the scent became stronger. One
afternoon, not to long before the night of our discussion, I'd come home
from work to get something I'd forgotten. Matt was at school and Kathy was
out somewhere. I passed through the laundry room and there, laying on top
of a pile of Matt's clothes was his jock. Matt was following in my
footsteps and was going out for both football and wrestling in high school.

I don't know why I did it but I found myself picking up his jock and
holding the pouch to my nose. It was obvious it had not been washed in
quite a while - if ever. The aroma of it hit my nose like a freight train
and I was lost to the boy-smells of sweat, piss and pre-cum. As I moved my
nose over his jock, I reached the point where the straps came together at
the bottom of the pouch and it was obviously the point where it rested
against his ass-hole. I'd never gotten into asses when I was playin' around
with guys in high school. Not that I didn't want to, it just never went
that way. Suddenly my nose was filled with the dark, sweaty smell of ripe
teen butt-hole and I was completely lost. The next thing I knew, my pants
and briefs were round my ankles, my cock was in my hand and I was sucking
on his dirty jock pouch while I beat my meat until I sprayed a load of cum
all over his pile of laundry!

Now, holding him in my arms I had smelled him again. His room, like rooms
of most teenage boys was ripe with boy-smells and would soon contain the
aroma of many loads of cum shot as well.  My heart was pounding and I
didn't want Matt to know that I was harder than a rock, though I'm pretty
sure he could tell because I suddenly saw his cock begin to harden as
well. It rose to full height and I realized, staring at it, that it was
only slightly shorter than mine but just as thick. And Matt was only 14! He
was going to have, just as I had predicted, an even bigger cock than his
old man!

"Okay, don't you think it's about time that you explained?" Matt said,
looking at me.

I pulled my eyes away from his cock and looked at him. He smiled with the
knowledge that he knew I was looking at him and he seemed to be very
pleased that I was.

"Well...Matt...it's like this." I started.

"Wait, Dad. I think I know. You don't eat other guy's cum because you might
get a disease, but worse, you're gonna get called 'queer'. Right?" he
asked.

"Well...yeah. That's about it." I said.

"And you and I can't shower together or jack-off together because that's
something called incest and people don't like it." he said.

"Ahh...well..yeah, that's about right, too." I mumbled.

"We learned all about that shit in school." he said.

"Then why did you want me to explain? I know, you just wanted to see the
'old man' embarrassed!" I grinned, trying to make light of it.

"You are not an old man!" he said. "You have a great body and you're only
31! That's not old."

"Well, thank you, Matt. But my body could use a little work." I said.

"So why don't you? It might work out some of the stress you're always
carrying." he said.

What the fuck was going on here? How did he know about all the stress? A
marriage I never wanted, a job that put more and more demands on me and a
son that I lusted after and had to keep myself in check whenever he was
around! Yeah! I had some stress!

"I just might do that. Thanks, Matt." I said quietly.

"I wanted you to talk to me about it because I wanted to say something to
you. I don't give a fuck what people say is right or wrong. I don't think
that we ever did anything wrong. I know I love you. I know you love
me. That's all I ever need to know." he said, his eyes pleading with me,
but I didn't know for what.

I put my arms back around him and held him to me. God! How I loved him. How
much it meant to me to hear him say that he loved me. God knows, in 14
years, it was the only love that meant anything to me. It was the only love
I really had in my life.

"I know, Matt. I love you so much son." I said and let it go at that.

I couldn't tell him how much I loved him because he couldn't
understand. How could I explain that, out of love of him, I had stayed in a
sham marriage for 14 years. How could I explain how much I wanted to show
him just how much I loved him and what it took to keep me from ever doing
that. I think that was the moment when I began to realize that I wanted a
divorce.

It didn't happen right away. What did happen, almost immediately, is that I
took my own son's advice and started working out at a gym. My body toned
and became muscular like it once had been a lot faster than I thought it
would. On top of that, I started to notice glances that I was getting from
other guys in the gym. Not only one's my own age, but younger. Much
younger.

One afternoon, I left work early figuring that I would get a work out in
and be home early. As I sweated and lifted, I noticed this guy - a kid
really - watching me the whole time. He was incredibly beautiful, blonde
hair cut short, deep blue eyes and a body that was unforgettable, slender
but well muscled with good pec development, great biceps and deltoids and
incredibly defined abs - not just the proverbial six-pack but an
eight-pack! He was shorter than I was, I figured about 5'7". He didn't look
any older though than 18. I figured 'No Way!' and 'Jailbait!'.

At the end of my workout I decided to hit the sauna before showering and
going home. I stripped naked in the locker room and headed for the sauna
but not before I saw the gorgeous blond boy again. He'd come into the
locker room just a few minutes after I had. Because it was before 5:00
p.m. there was nobody else in the back rooms of the gym and only a couple
up front just starting their workout. As I walked to the sauna, I felt his
eyes boring into me. I took a seat on the top row of benches, spreading my
towel on the bench and sitting there naked, letting the sweat roll down my
body. I knew I had worked out hard because I could smell the heavy scent of
me strongly in my nose.

It wasn't five minutes and the blond boy-beauty walked into the sauna and
headed right for the top bench and right next to me. I tried not to look at
him but suddenly I got a whiff of his sweaty scent and my mind was
spiraling out of control as did my cock, which started to stiffen. I tried
to keep it under control but then I heard him breathing deeply and turned
just enough to realize it was me that he was sniffing. I heard him moan and
looked into his eyes. That was my mistake. I could have maybe held out if I
hadn't looked into the deep blue eyes but once I saw the longing there, I
was lost.

"God, you smell so good!" he murmured, his voice deeper than I would have
expected.

"Sssso....so do you." I said.

"I really want you, man." he smiled.

Oh, that fucking smile! It lit up my world! I was more turned on that I
could remember being for a very long time - except around Matt.

"How old are you?" I asked, my brain finally taking some part in this
exchange.

He smiled. "I'm 22. I know, I don't look it, but I really am. I'll show you
my drivers license if you want."

"No. I believe you. God, you are incredibly beautiful!"

"And you are an incredibly hot man. Let's get out of here. I have a place
nearby." he said getting up off the bench and letting my eyes drink in his
body, it's scent and his half-hard cock which seemed it would reach about
seven inches.

"Okay!" I said, practically panting.

"Oh, just one thing..." he said, turning back to look down into my eyes.

"Wha..." I couldn't even get the word out.

"Please don't shower. I want you just like this." he said softly.

"Just as long as you don't." I murmured and his grin lit up his face.

"Great! A man after my own heart!" he laughed.

We went back in the locker room and both of us just put our sweaty workout
clothes back on and headed out the door. I followed him in his car and he
did indeed have an apartment just a couple of blocks away. I followed him
upstairs, standing in the elevator just drinking in the strong male scent
of both of us in the elevator.

We rushed into his apartment and the minute we were in the door, I grabbed
him and pressed my mouth to his, kissing him. I licked his upper lip and
his mouth opened to me. I tasted young male for the first time in my life!
I had never kissed another guy, not like that, and I discovered that it was
the most incredibly erotic thing I'd ever done! I found myself moaning and
then heard him moaning as well. We kissed for the longest time as our hands
started to explore each other's body. His body was beautiful to see, but it
was exquisite to touch! His skin so smooth, so soft and his muscles so
firm. My hands slid down until I had his butt in my hands and almost came
just from the feel of these two bubbles of muscle.

"Let's go to the bedroom." he said softly as his mouth pulled away from
mine.

"Okay, just one thing first." I whispered.

"What?" he asked.

"Please, tell me your name. I don't want to cum screaming the wrong one." I
smiled.

He laughed. "I'm Kurt." he said. "And you?"

"I'm Mike." I said.

Then Kurt took my hand and led me to the bedroom. As soon as we were there
he turned to me.

"I want to undress you." he said.

"Fine, as long as I get to return the favor." I said.

He moved over and lifted the edges of my tank top and began lifting it over
my head. I raised my arms to help him and suddenly smelled the musk pouring
out from under my arms. Kurt evidently noticed it too because once he had
my hands over my head, he buried his face in one of my pits, taking deep
breaths of my funk.

"Oh, fuck! You smell like a man should!" he murmured, looking up into my
eyes before burying his face back in my pit, using his mouth and tongue to
lick it out this time.

I moaned. Nobody had ever done this to me. I had no idea that my pits were
an erogenous zone. I was about to find out that I had dozens of erogenous
zones that I had no knowledge of. Pulling his face out of my pit which was
now wet with his saliva, Kurt slid to his knees and slipped my workout
shorts down. I lifted each foot to allow him to toss them aside. Then he
untied my trainers and pulled each one off along with my white socks. I now
stood there with nothing on but my well-worn and very raunchy jock. I don't
think I had ever washed it. I looked down at this beautiful boy kneeling at
my feet and was overwhelmed with lust!

My cock was pushing out the mesh on my jock and Kurt moved his face forward
and pressed his nose to the mesh pouch. I could hear him breathing deeply
of the raunchy fabric before I felt his tongue begin licking and sucking at
the pouch. I moaned as I felt his teeth begin to nibble at my hard cock and
the heat of his breath against my sensitive balls. He finally reached up
and pulled the waistband of my jock out so that he could lower it around my
hard cock. He pulled the jock down my legs and I stepped out of it, but he
balled it up in his hand and covered his nose and mouth with it as he
stood. He continued to huff my raunchy jock while I began to strip him.

He was wearing the rag-top and I slid my hands under the hem and began
moving my hands up his body from his abs to his chest, lifting the shirt as
my arms moved up. He lifted his arms and I slipped it off his head. He left
one arm up, the one that didn't have my jock in the hand, and I bent down
and shoved my nose into his fragrant pit. The scent of his musk almost made
me cum I was so overwhelmed by it. The scent of this young male was so
entrancing to me that I could almost bury my face in his pit for the rest
of my life! But then I stuck out my tongue and began to lick him just as he
had me. Oh, God! The taste of him, salty and tangy from his musk, was as
wonderful as the scent which was still rising in my nose even as I ate out
his pit. He was almost hairless, and the touch of his skin was so soft and
smooth, I spent a long time licking him out. He was moaning the whole time
and when I glanced over, I could see his eyes watching me as he continued
to huff my jock. It finally dawned on me that I had many more places on
this perfect young body to explore and slid to my knees before him.

He was wearing a pair of skin-tight bicycle shorts and the latex clung to
him like a second skin. I began rolling the shorts down his body and his
well-stuffed jock came into my view. From the scents that were emanating
from it, it was as raunchy as my own. I slid the shorts down to his feet
and pulled them away as he stepped out of them. I then removed his trainers
and socks as he had done for me. As soon as he stood before me in nothing
but his tiny, swimmer jock, I followed his lead and pressed my nose into
the raunchy mesh fabric of the pouch stuffed with what could only be a hard
cock and balls from the shape presented. The tang of the sweat, piss and
pre-cum which had fermented in the fabric of his jock almost burned my nose
as I breathed deep of it.

Oh, god! The smell of his jock just about made me cum, I could feel my cock
dripping cock- honey all down the shaft and onto my balls. I breathed deep
of his raunch and moaned that the incredible scent. A scent I had not
smelled in a long time. Not since my high school days when the sweaty smell
of a jock's groin as his cock slid in and out of my mouth brought me to the
brink of cumming. It was the scent of male animal in full sexual rut and
the memory of it and those days, fired the blood in my veins and brought me
to full male fuck-lust!

I all but ripped the jock off him in my haste to get him as naked as I
was. He moaned at the rough treatment but his eyes told me that he loved
it! I took his jock off his feet and he had done, shoved my nose in it. The
smell of ripe male butt hit my nose and I remembered how this scent had
driven me crazy when I had smelled it on Matt's jock. Now I sniffed and
sucked at it and decided that I had to have more of it before this
encounter was over.

I stood up and took Kurt back in my arms and pressed my mouth to his. We
kissed for a long time, our cocks rubbing against each other's body. Then I
picked him up and laid him on the bed and joined him there, my hand roving
over his body as his hands roved over mine. I rolled over on top of him and
started licking him from his neck to his beautiful pecs, stopping to suck
and lick at his small nipples. Kurt moaned and clutched my head, holding it
against his chest to keep my mouth on his nipple. I continued to lick and
suck on it and then began to actually nibble and bite it.

"Fuck! Yeah! Bite my tits!" he moaned and I continued to.

Finally he let go of my head and I moved down his body, licking as I
went. I traced his hard abs with my tongue as I moved down to his
crotch. The strong male scent of him there made me almost crazy! I could
smell sweat, piss and rut. I licked his pubic mound until all the hair was
drenched with my spit. I looked up at his cock and pulled down the foreskin
which covered the head and the heady, raunchy scent of raw cock-cheese
filled the room. I licked at the white debris which I knew so well from my
own cock. I loved this scent and more, I loved the taste! But I was not
ready to do more for his cock so, once all of the head cheese had been
licked clean, I left his cock and moved my body around until I was laying
between his legs.

I pressed my nose to his sweaty balls and breathed in the stench of his
nuts. This scent, so similar in each male coming, as it does, from
specialized sweat glands around the nut-sack as a way of expressing rut. My
tongue reached out and began licking the sweaty orbs. I loved the scent but
loved the taste of his salty musk more. I sucked his sack into my mouth
along with his nuts and he moaned as I licked and badgered his nuts inside
my mouth. I let them go and began licking further down past the back of his
nuts and onto that patch of skin between his balls and his ass.

As I reached that point, Kurt pulled his legs back and spread them, holding
them with his hands under his thighs. His knees were almost resting on his
shoulders and his entire ass-trench was open to me. The scent of his butt
was filling my nose just as I had wanted. His ripe, male butt begged to be
sniffed and licked and I was more than willing to do so. I buried my face
in his ripe trench and moved up and down his hairless groove. The dark
scent was powerful and more powerful the closer I got to his wrinkled,
dusty-rose colored hole. I sniffed long and deep and immersed myself in
this scent. As I did so, I felt myself going deeper and deeper into lust
and rut.

I finally found I could not hold back. My tongue began to taste his
beautiful butt-crack and finally reached his soft, crinkled ass hole. I
licked it, I stroked it with my tongue. I sucked the lips of his ass into
my mouth to taste them and feel the softness of him. Finally, I locked my
lips around his hole and pressed my tongue against his opening and finally
was able to slide my tongue deep into his hole, tasting the dark muskiness
there. I ate out his ass until Kurt's moaning changed to pleas.

"Mike! Please! Fuck me! Fuckin' rape my hole, man! Shove your cock in me!"
he moaned and pleaded.

I realized that I had driven us both to a level of lust which couldn't be
denied. I rose up on the bed with my cock pointed right at his hot hole as
he held his legs back.

"Spit on your cock and shove it up my ass, man!" Kurt begged.

I did exactly what he asked. I spit on my hand and lubed my cock and then
put it at the opening to his body and pushed. There was some resistance to
the entry, but once my cock was past his sphincter, I just slid the rest of
the way in until my pubic hair was resting against his young butt-
hole. The feeling of his hot, wet hole was like nothing I'd ever felt
before! Having fucked nothing but pussy for all of my sexual life, the feel
of a male ass surrounding my cock instantly made me realize that it is male
butt that I was born to fuck!

"That's it, man! Fuck me! Pound my fuckin' ass! Fuck me HARD!" Kurt begged.

Because of the fact that pussy was all I had ever fucked, I had never been
able to let loose and really fuck a hole as hard as I wanted to. Kathy just
couldn't take it. At first, I didn't believe Kurt could either but as I
began fucking his hot, tight hole, I pounded him slightly harder than I
ever had my wife. His moaning told me that this is what he wanted and
needed. So I sped up, pounding even harder and his moans of passion got
louder. I was not full out jackhammering his hole by any means. I still
couldn't believe that his ass could take it but he kept begging for it
harder!

"Yeah! Fuck, yeah! Harder, Mike! Really pound my hole! HAARDDDER!!!" he
screamed.

And so I finally let go. If he wanted it harder, he was gonna get HARDER! I
pounded his ass like I had never pounded a hole before. Harder and faster I
slammed by cock up his shit-chute until I didn't have a bit of speed or
power more to give him. I knew I couldn't last long at this speed.  Fuck! I
was surprised I hadn't got my nut just sliding my cock in his butt the
first time! I could feel the tingling in my nuts that announced that I was
just moments away from blowing my load up his tight butt when his butt
suddenly got very tight around my cock and he started moaning.  The next
thing I knew, cum was flying out of his cock painting his face neck and abs
with his spoonge. This was something that I never expected. I hadn't
touched his cock nor had he and yet, just from my pounding his hole, he'd
cum! I didn't even know this was possible.

This display of orgasmic power, however, threw me right over the edge and,
screaming, I started pumping load after load of my baby-batter as deep in
his butt as I could drive my cock. I have no idea how many times I shot my
cum in his butt. It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever had in my life and
it felt like it just wouldn't stop! I could feel, finally, my cum leaking
out of his fucked hole because there was just so much of it, he didn't have
room in his bowels for my cock and my cum both!

I collapsed on top of Kurt and tried to regain my breath. Kurt wrapped his
arms and legs around me and held me. He kissed and licked as much of my
body, mostly my neck and shoulders, as he could reach. My cock didn't go
soft and I could feel the 'after-quakes' of his orgasm as his chute would
clench my hard cock causing me to 'quake' as well. This went on for some
time until finally, soft of not, I pulled out of his ass. There was
something that I had decided that I wanted to do. I pulled myself up and
then slid down his body. Lifting his legs once more, I looked down at his
ass. His hole was now reddened and covered with jizz. My jizz! And I wanted
it back!

The only thing that ever turned me on about straight sex, really, was
eating Kathy's pussy after I fucked it. I loved eating my cum out of her
cunt and, in fact, often fantasized that it was another guy's cum that I
was sucking out of it. Now I wanted to taste my cum from Kurt's well-fucked
asshole. I licked off all the cum in his butt-trench and then locked my
lips to his hole and began feasting on his butt. I sucked and licked out
all of my cum that I could find and then continued to devour his hole for a
while longer.

Finally Kurt pulled away from my mouth and moved down the bed to where he
could kiss me. I felt his tongue enter my mouth, evidently tasting my cum
and his butt and moaning his satisfaction at the tastes.

"Fuck! You are good! For a married guy, you really know how to fuck a guy's
ass!" he smiled.

So he knew I was married. I guessed he'd noticed the ring. I wondered if
being married wasn't an attraction for him.

"Well...actually, I've never fucked an ass before." I said quietly.

"Never?! Fuck! You have great natural talent, then. Can we do it again?" He
grinned, just like a kid.

That brought thoughts to me of Matt. I threw Kurt back on the bed and
fucked him again, harder and longer this time. But when I came, I closed my
eyes and it was Matt I was fucking, Matt's hole that I was losing my hot
load of cum in! Matt's beautiful body that lay below me begging me to fuck
him!

Kurt and I spent the rest of the afternoon together and most of the evening
as well. Since I often worked late, Kathy wouldn't worry or suspect
anything. Besides, she knew I'd be home before Matt went to bed because in
all his life, I had never missed tucking him in. And this night would be no
exception.

Kurt showed me things I never dreamed of. Of course we 69'd and he ate my
ass, giving me a feeling of what it was like. He even got my cherry,
finally sliding his seven and a half inches up my hole and teaching me what
it was like to get fucked by a man! I loved it, it felt great and I knew I
would do it more but fucking ass seemed to be more pleasurable for me.

I finally left, with Kurt giving me his phone number and me promising that
we would get together again and we did. I also discovered that there were
many guys at the gym who were all for a little 'guy fun'. These encounters
became more and more frequent until I knew that I could no longer stand my
marriage. I had to get free. I knew there had to be a guy out there that I
could love and have as a partner but tied to a marriage I was never going
to find him.

The only problem to all this was Matt. By this point he was 16 and was an
incredibly beautiful young man. He was as tall as I was and, from what I
could tell when I tucked him in at night, my prediction of his cock being
bigger than mine eventually had come true. I lusted more and more for him
as he grew to manhood. If I could only find someone like Matt to
love. Someone who was as sweet and loving. Someone who was as honest and
loyal. Someone who had all the qualities that Matt had. But so far, I'd not
run into it. Oh, I'd found a lot of great guys to have great sex with but
none that reached any farther than my crotch - never my heart.

Then suddenly, something happened to break me out of my procrastination
about getting out of my marriage. An offer from an engineering firm on the
west coast that was just way too good to pass up. I decided, however, that
the move to the west coast was going to be solo. I was now going to end my
phony marriage, once and for all. Kathy and I hadn't had sex in several
years. In fact, not since the first time with Kurt had I ever touched her
again. I went and talked to a buddy from the gym who was a divorce attorney
and he told me that there was a slim chance that I could get custody of
Matt, given the fact that he was 16 and would probably be given the choice
of which parent he wanted to live with. This was better than I had
expected! I had expected to loose Matt entirely.

When I got home that night, I was nervous. I knew I had to do this, but I
was still scared. Kathy had no idea that I was really gay but somehow I was
desperately afraid she'd find out and use it as leverage to make sure that
not only could I not get custody of Matt but that I would never be allowed
to see Matt again! I sat at dinner, hardly able to eat. I noticed that
Kathy was in about the same condition and I wondered what was on her
mind. Whatever it was, I figured she'd forget about it when my news of
wanting a divorce hit her.

"Matt, would you mind going to your room. I need to talk to your father
privately. Please?"  Kathy said at the end of dinner.

I was, needless to say, shocked. I had planned to ask Matt to do the same
thing but Kathy had beaten me to the punch.

('Okay,' I thought to myself. 'I'll let her get out what ever it is that's
bothering her and then I'll tell her I want a divorce.')

"I want a divorce." echoed in my head but suddenly I realized it wasn't my
voice saying it! It was Kathy's!

"Wwwhhaaa...??!!" I almost choked trying to get the word out.

"Mike, I want a divorce." she said, looking at me. "You know there's
nothing anymore between us and I've found somebody that I'm in love
with. I'm sorry. I met him about a year ago and we've been seeing each
other. He's gotten a divorce from his wife and now he wants to marry me and
I want to marry him."

"Okay..." I said hesitantly. "What about Matt?"

"I knew that would be your first question!" she almost screamed. "Matt is
the only person you care about. You never loved me. You only stayed because
you knew I could take him away from you!"

"You are exactly, totally, 100% right. You lied to me about taking the pill
so that you could get pregnant and make me marry you. Well, you got what
you wanted! Don't like it, huh?" I said coldly, letting her hear her own
words confirmed.

She sat there stunned. I don't think she ever realized the depth of anger I
had at her for what she had done. She didn't say anything for a long time
and then she seemed to pull herself together.

"That's water under the bridge now. I know that there is now way that Matt
would go with me willingly and leave you. And, frankly, starting a new
marriage would be much easier without him so I'm willing to give you
custody just so long as you stipulate that you will not seek child support
from me." she said.

"That is just fine with me. I want full custody, however and the right to
take him out of state. I've been offered another job on the west coast and
Matt will go with me." I said.

She was stunned again but I could see her thinking.

"All right. That's okay with me. Like I said, he'd go with you
anyway. Anywhere that you would go." she said.

"So do you want to be the one to tell him or should I?" I asked her.

"I think it would be better coming from you." she said. "I'll be moving out
tomorrow. I'm sure that you will be hearing from my attorney as I'll be
hearing from yours."

"Yes, I suppose so." I said.

"I want to say one thing. I admit that I did lie to you. But I did love you
and I love our son. Did you ever love me?" she asked.

I looked at her and was torn by what to answer. Then I realized I could
only answer one way.

"Kathy, I have always been, and will always be, grateful to you for giving
me my son. You have been the best mother to him that I could have hoped for
and I'm grateful for that as well. But, no.  I never did love you. Care
about you as a person and a friend, yes. But love you? No." I said quietly.

"I guess I finally came to realize that. I know you stayed only for
Matt. He's a very lucky boy to have a father who loves him as much as you
do. I know he will be very happy with you." she said.

"I know he will miss you." I said.

"He's free to visit whenever he'd like." she told me. "Mike, I'm sorry this
all worked out so badly."

"It's both of our faults. Or maybe it's our parents fault who insisted that
we marry. At any rate, you've found someone who you love. I hope he loves
you the way I couldn't." I said.

"Thanks, Mike." she said and got up and walked out of the dining room.

I heard our bedroom door close and decided that I would sleep somewhere
else tonight. But I had something that I had to do before that. I walked
down to Matt's room and knocked gently at the closed door.

"Come on in, Dad." he said.

I opened the door. Matt was sitting at his desk and I sat down on his
bed. I didn't know how to start this conversation, but I didn't have to.

"You and mom are getting a divorce." Matt said quietly.

I looked up in shock! Had he been eavesdropping on us?

"How do you know that?" I asked.

"I figured it was coming. Mom's found another guy." he said simply.

"You know?" I asked, shocked at this.

"Yeah. I saw him once." Matt said.

"When?" my anger rising in me.

I was angry that Kathy had dragged our son into her affair.

"About six months ago. I was home but Mom didn't know it. I saw him come to
pick her up. I saw them kissing. They never saw me and I never said
anything. I figured it was something that you'd get around to telling me
eventually. Just like why we can't shower together." he said and gave me a
slight smile and came over and sat next to me on the bed.

"I'm so sorry, Matt!" I said, putting my arm around him and pulling him
close to me. "You should have not had to carry something like that around
with you!"

"It only bothered me at first. Then I talked to a friend of mine's father
who's a lawyer. He told me that at the age I was at, the court would allow
me to live with which ever parent I wanted as long as that parent wanted me
so I knew then that I wouldn't lose you. You do want me, don't you?"  he
asked, looking me in the eyes.

"Want you! You don't have any idea how much I want you." I said putting my
other arm around him and hugging him to me.

Matt's scent rose in my nose and, in spite of the situation, my cock
started getting hard just from the scent of him, much less the feel of his
young male body in my arms. I had to stop thinking this way or I would go
slowly crazy!

"I do know how much you want me, Dad. I've always known. You don't love
Mom. The only reason you stayed married this long was you were afraid you'd
lose me." he said.

"How the fuck do you know all this?" I asked, shocked that he was so right.

"I figured it out. I saw how my friends parents were with each other. You
and Mom were never like that. You never fought, you never made up, you
never showed anything but friendship to each other. And considering how old
you were when you two got married, I finally figured out that I was a
mistake." he said.

"No!" I almost shouted. "You were NEVER a mistake! Don't you EVER think
that!"

He looked at me in shock. I don't think he'd ever seen me angry with him.

"Okay..." I said taking a deep breath and calming down some. "It's true
that your Mom and I weren't trying to have a baby...well, at least I
wasn't. She told me she was on the pill. She wasn't.  She was in love with
me and wanted to marry me. She knew if she got pregnant that her parents
would demand that we get married. Mine did as well. It wasn't what I wanted
but there was no way out of it. Then you were born and I stood there in the
delivery room and watched it. One of the nurses put you in my arms and you
reached out and grabbed my shirt and you wouldn't let go.  It was like
you'd grabbed hold of my heart! I finally had someone who really loved me
and, in that moment, I really fell in love with you. Accident or not, from
the moment you were born, I've loved you more than anybody in this entire
world."

And at this I finally broke down crying, something Matt had never seen me
do before. I felt his arms go around me, holding me, comforting me.

"It's okay, Dad. I love you, too. More than you know. Everything is going
to be all right. We're going to be together, that's all that's important."
he said.

I pulled myself together and hugged Matt to me, kissing him gently on the
cheek and then I let him go and stood up, pacing his room while I spoke.

"Well, yes. We're going to be together but there are going to be some
changes." I said.

"What kind of changes?" Matt asked.

"You Mom is giving me full custody of you and I've told her that it has to
include the ability to move out of state. I was just offered a new job - a
much better job in San Francisco, so we will be moving there. I'm sorry to
do this to you, going into your senior year and all but it can't be
helped. This is a job I've dreamed of all my life and it means so much
money that we'll never have to worry about that again. Also, I can afford
to send you to a really good college." I told him.

"Dad, moving doesn't matter to me. As long as I'm with you, that's all
that's important." he said.

He said it so simply and honestly that the depth of his emotions and the
truth of what he was saying just about overwhelmed me! It was almost as
if...no! I had to stop thinking that way! This was my son! He loved me as
his Dad! Nothing more! And, even if I did have different feelings for him,
he must never, ever know that!

"So what happens now?" he asked.

I shook myself out of my reverie.

"Your Mom is moving out tomorrow. We'll get all the papers signed. I talked
to an attorney myself today and found out that this can happen in a very
short amount of time with no disagreement. I talked to the firm in San
Francisco and they are more than willing to wait for a while until I get
things straightened out here. I'll put the house on the market tomorrow and
we, hopefully, will be in San Francisco in a few months." I said.

"What about tonight?" he asked quietly.

"What about tonight?" I asked him.

"Are you going to sleep with Mom?" he asked softly.

I was taken aback. I had already decided not to. How did Matt think about
that?

"No. I figured I'd go sleep on the couch in the den." I said.

"There's plenty of room here." he said indicating the queen-sized bed we'd
bought for him a few years ago when he really started growing.

I hesitated. God knows, it was something I would love to do. I would love
to sleep with Matt, maybe not holding him in my arms, but feeling him close
- smelling his scent. But could I take it?

"Please, Dad. Sleep with me tonight. I need you close to me." he said and I
could see the fear in his eyes.

Fear that I would say 'no' but also fear of the changes that were happening
in his world. The only constant now in his life was me. How could I turn
him down? How could I not give in to his plea?

I looked at him and smiled. "Okay, son. Tonight, I'll tuck us both in."

Matt looked up at me from where he was sitting on the bed and gave me a
smile that lit up what was, up to that moment, a rather dark life for
me. But no more! Matt and I would have each other - well, at least until he
found a girl to marry or went out on his own. I didn't know what I would do
then. I supposed I'd continue looking for that one man that I wanted to
love and partner with.  A man like Matt.

That night, for the first time since he was very little and got scared of
the dark, I slept with my son. I turned off the lights after hugging and
kissing him goodnight (teenage male or not, he never stopped wanting me to
do that!) and laid there on my back. Within 30 seconds, Matt had moved
over, slipped under my arm so that my arm was laying around his shoulders
and had his head on my chest. It was obvious that he was not going to miss
this opportunity. He wanted to sleep in my arms, not just in the same bed
with me, and he was going to get what he wanted!

I didn't say anything, I just turned towards him and put my arms around him
and held him. I could hear him taking deep breaths of my scent, the same as
he always did and I buried my nose in his hair, breathing him inside of
me. I held him close and gently stroked his soft skin, feeling the strong
muscles beneath. Matt had come from being an incredibly beautiful boy to an
incredibly beautiful man. A man I was very proud to call my son. A man that
I loved so utterly, totally and completely that it almost took my breath
away when I tried to examine the depths of what I felt for him - something
I didn't dare to often. Laying there, our arms around each other, our
bodies pressed together, I drifted into the most calm and restful sleep
that I could ever remember.

Sometime just before dawn, I remembered waking. Matt had turned in the
night and was laying spooned into me with his back to me. I could feel my
hard cock pressed against his ass cheeks and realized that we were both
sleeping nude. I don't remember even getting undressed. I think Matt must
have done it after I went to sleep. His body felt so good pressed up
against mine and his ass pressing on my cock was all but driving me out of
my mind! I wanted to fuck his ass so bad! And the way his butt kept
pressing against my hard cock, it almost seemed he wanted the same thing. I
slowly reached around his body and felt for his cock. It was not only hard
but dripping with cock- honey. I took some on my fingers and brought it too
my mouth. It was warm and sweet, not salty at all. I then reached back and
felt his cock itself. I realized that I had been right. His cock was bigger
than mine now, both longer and thicker. I felt an inordinate amount of
pride in that and an incredible amount of desire as well. I rolled over
before going back to sleep, afraid that I would impale Matt on my hardon if
it stayed near his butt any longer.

When I did finally wake up, it was almost noon. I freaked! First because I
didn't realize at first where I was. It took a moment to remember that I
slept in Matt's room that night. Then because I was late for work before I
remembered it was Saturday and I didn't have to go to work. I went to the
bathroom and took a piss after my hardon softened enough for me to do so. I
wondered where Matt was? But as I came out of the bathroom I smelled coffee
so I stumbled toward the kitchen. Matt was sitting at the kitchen table,
drinking coffee and reading the sports section of the paper. He was wearing
nothing but his briefs when he looked up at me.

"Way to go, Dad! Let it all hang out!" he laughed and I looked down and
realized I was naked! I never walked around the house naked!

"Sorry, son!" I said backing up. "I'll go put something on."

"Hey! Stop!" he said. "No need to. Mom's gone! She moved out early this
morning. Her guy came and picked her and all her stuff up. It's just
us. Here, I'll make it unanimous." And saying this he stood up and quickly
slipped out of his briefs so that he was standing there as naked as I was,
but far more beautiful!

I just stood there drinking in the beauty of my son. And he seemed
perfectly content to stand there and allow me to. Finally, I came to my
senses and looked up at his face. He wasn't looking at me. He was as
engaged in looking at my body as I had been looking at his. I didn't know
exactly what to do but decided that fair was fair. If I had looked, he had
a right to as well.

Finally his eyes looked up into mine. I thought he might show some
embarrassment at being caught so intensely checking me out, but instead,
all he did was give me a knowing smile. I walked over and poured myself a
cup of coffee and as I stood there pouring it, I felt his arms slip around
my waist and him hugging himself to me. I was so well aware of his muscular
body touching mine and his large, soft cock resting in the crack of my butt
that my cock started to go out of control. I sipped at the hot coffee,
almost burning my tongue, but it had the desired effect.  My cock went back
to rest.

"How are you doing, Dad?" Matt said quietly into my ear.

"I'm okay. I really am. I wasn't sure I would be, but as long as you're
here, everything's all right." I said and then I turned and took him into
my arms. "How are you doing."

He looked at me and smiled. "I'm doing just fine, Dad!"

And then he rested his head against my chest. I heard that sound of him
drinking in my scent and I put my head down until it was resting against
his. His scent rose in my nose and I drank it in like a man who is
starving. My arms tightened around him and I was lost in the feel of him in
my arms. I knew it was wrong, but I wanted him so bad! I don't know what
would have happened if he hadn't spoken at that moment.

"You want some breakfast? I'm starved!" he said.

Ahh, teenage males! The only two things they need are sex and food!

The next three months were frantic. The divorce went through quickly and
Matt attended his mother's wedding. I got things wrapped up with my job and
the house sold rather quickly leaving me with the job of getting ready to
move across country. I decided that there was very little we needed to
take, the furniture being nothing special and we could buy new in San
Francisco once we were settled there. Matt helped me with two weekend
garage sales and I gave him the money that they made. Finally the time to
leave came.

Matt went to see his mother one last time before we left. I didn't. I
didn't feel there was anything that Kathy and I had to say to each other. I
wasn't angry, it was just I wanted to put that part of my life away,
permanently. I did have some last encounters with several of the guys that
I had been having sex with, including Kurt. But, while those had been
exciting, none of them meant anything to me beyond sex. I hoped that in San
Francisco, a city with a large, Gay population, I might be able to find the
man I was looking for.

When it came time to leave, I ordered a shipping/storage container and
everything we wanted to keep fit inside. It would be shipped to San
Francisco once we were settled. With the proceeds from the sale of the
house and the moving and signing bonus that the firm had given me to move
to San Francisco, I had more than enough to purchase and furnish a small
home for Matt and me.

We flew out to San Francisco and were met at the airport by a
representative of my new firm who took us to the St. Francis Hotel where
the firm had a room for visiting clients which was given to Matt and me
until we could find suitable accommodations. The following morning, the
firm also arranged a realtor to show us properties. The realtor worked with
me for the next few days and we finally found a place in Noe Valley. It was
a beautiful old Victorian style home with three floors. We both fell in
love with it the moment we saw it. The upper floor was a master suite and
day room with two baths and what would have been an office. Instead, we
turned it into a bedroom for Matt so that we shared the top floor. The
central floor was a living room dining room and kitchen, the bottom floor
included a garage and laundry room.

The purchase went through quickly and we soon moved in. We didn't buy a lot
of furniture at first, but did by new beds, a king-sized for my bedroom and
a queen-size for Matt's. I hadn't really wanted a king-sized bed, feeling
that it was too big for just one person. Matt, however, insisted stating
that I was still young and handsome and might need room for another person
eventually. I noticed the gleam in his eye when he said this but didn't
think anything of it. I was not about to admit to Matt yet that if there
was to be anyone else in bed with me, it would be a male. That bridge I was
not ready to cross yet.

Matt and I had a great time exploring 'Bagdad by the Bay' and the towns of
Sausalito and down into Marin County. We saw the gay areas south of Market
and even attended the annual Market Street Leather festival. That was a
real education for both of us. I think we each walked around all day with
our mouths hanging open at what we saw there!

It was coming time for a very special event. It was Matt's 18th birthday
and I wanted something special to celebrate it. I asked Matt what he wanted
to do. He was very specific. He told me that under no circumstances did he
want to go out. He wanted to spend the evening having dinner at home and
spending the time with me. I thought that this was not enough to really
celebrate but he was adamant. I relented and told him I would do exactly
what he wanted. This was a statement that I didn't realize could be very
dangerous at the time.

I did order dinner catered by a very good restaurant but without
waiters. We would serve ourselves and they would pick up the warming trays
and such the next day. I also ordered several bottles of really good wine
and Dom Perignon champagne to celebrate. When Matt came home from working
out at a local gym I noticed he didn't bother to shower but I certainly was
not about to complain about that! The scent of Matt, especially sweaty from
working out, was my favorite scent in the world. He also got naked and
stayed that way. He then told me he expected me to be naked with him. I
didn't mind but I never knew him to be so adamant about it before.

Dinner was delicious and Matt certainly ate like the young male that he was
but he seemed somewhat nervous and distracted during the meal. I tried to
ask him what was the matter but each time he assured me that nothing was
wrong and that he was fine and happy. I didn't quite believe this but
figured when he was ready to talk about whatever it was, he'd do so.

One of the things that Matt and I loved about the house, and one of the
reasons I bought it, was that in the larger of the two bathrooms on the
third floor was a large indoor hot-tub, big enough for two people. When
dinner was over, I was about to open one of the chilled bottles of Dom
Perignon when Matt picked up the ice bucket with two of the bottles in it
and told me to bring glasses and follow him. He went up to the large
bathroom and set the ice bucket and champagne next to the hot-tub and
proceeded to turn on the flows to get the water bubbling. Then he walked
over to me, put his arms around me and kissed me on the cheek.

"Dad," he whispered. "I'm 18 now. I'm legal. Mom isn't here anymore and I
want to take a bath with you again."

I stood there in total shock! I didn't know what the fuck to do! I'd
promised Matt I'd do anything he wanted but I didn't know if I could go
through with this. It wasn't just the hot-tub! We'd already spent hours in
there together just relaxing and talking. It was him bringing up the
past. All those times we bathed or showered together until he was 9 and his
Mom put a stop to it. And all the times we'd jacked off in front of each
other in those days. I remembered it all and obviously so did he. More
importantly, now that he was 'legal' and I couldn't get in trouble for
having sex with him - even if he was my son - he wanted to recreate it!
This was way more than I felt I could handle. It had taken every bit of my
self-control not to make love to him for all these years. I didn't know how
much self-control I had left given the fact that he was right! He was
'legal'. His mother was over a thousand miles away and nobody would know
what went on between us! But too many years of telling myself that I was
wrong to want this just couldn't be turned off like a light switch!

"Matt, I don't think that's a good idea." I said softly, hanging my head.

"Why not?" he asked, reaching over and running his hand on my chest. "Don't
you love me?"

I looked up into his eyes at the feel of his hand. His eyes were filled
with love and with brazen lust! I'd been with enough men by that time to
know what it looked like.

"Oh, God! Matt! Don't ask that of me! Of course I love you! You know I love
you more than anybody in the whole fucking world!" I cried out in the pain
of my conflicting emotions.

"More than Kurt and Ed and Daniel and Mark at the gym?" he asked, naming
off the guys I had sex with most often.

My mouth dropped open in shock! How the fuck did Matt know about them?!

"What do you mean?" I asked him, knowing damned good and well what he
meant.

"You made love to them. I know you did. You see, I've had sex with all of
them as well. I wanted to know what you saw in them and not me." he said,
his eyes now filled with hurt.

I turned away from him. I couldn't look him in the eyes. What he must think
of me! I stood there and tears began to pour from my eyes. What Matt was
asking for from me was wrong! It had to be wrong! Everyone always told me
it was wrong! It just never felt wrong! I never stopped wanting him,
needing him, loving him even though I never felt I had the right to touch
him!

As I stood there crying, Matt came up behind me and put his arms around
me. He slowly turned me around until I was in his arms, my head on his
chest and my tears being calmed by his stroking hand on my head and his
soft, masculine voice.

"Dad, it's okay. I don't hate you. I knew you were sleeping with other
guys. That didn't bother me. I'm sorry I never told you that I was gay but,
you see, I was afraid to tell you because you'd ask me how I knew that I
was and, the way I knew was, that the only man I ever really loved or
wanted was you." he said.

"But, Matt, it's wrong! Fathers and sons aren't supposed to have sex
together." I said.

"I don't want to have sex with you, Dad. I want to make love to
you. There's no other way for me. I don't want you as just a sex partner. I
want you as a lover." he said and I was stunned!

In hearing those words, I finally realized what had been staring me in the
face for 18 years. The reason that I could never find a man to love, a man
to share my life with, was I was waiting for this man - my son - to grow up
and become that for me! He was everything I ever wanted in a lover and so
much more. And it finally dawned on me that it didn't matter if people
thought that it was wrong! All that mattered was what Matt and I felt.

"Matt, there was nothing that those guys had that you didn't. You are far
beyond them in every way. You are the most beautiful, the most wonderful
man in the world. I have loved you since I first held you in my arms when
you were born and everyday of your life I have learned to love you more." I
said, tears streaming down my face as I finally admitted what I had felt
for so long.

"Then what's the problem. Is it age?" he asked.

"No, Matt. I respect you as a man. You've shown yourself to be much more of
a man than I've ever been. You've been nothing but honest with me and
yourself. I can't say the same. I've learned, over the last year that I can
seek comfort in you in ways I've never been able to with any other person
in my life." I swore to him.

"Then what's the problem? I love you, you love me." he said.

"Matt, it's not that simple for me! I've spent my whole life working very
fucking hard to keep my hands off you because I kept telling myself it was
wrong to want you that way! I can't just suddenly turn those feelings off!
I don't want to hurt you! I don't want to be hurt by you!" the last being
more the truth than I was willing to admit.

"Dad, I'm 18 years old. I've lived with you all my life. I know you as no
one else in the world ever could or will. You can only hurt me now by
pushing me away. I know what I am and I know what I want and what I want is
you. And what you want is me. When you figure that out, I'll be waiting for
you." he said.

And with that, he went to his room and closed the door. I stumbled to my
room and threw myself across the bed. I cried like I had never cried before
in my life. I didn't know what to do! Want Matt? Oh, God! How I wanted
Matt! Had always wanted Matt! Love him? I loved him more than life itself!
But how could I do this? How could I make love to my son? How could I make
him my lover. It's what he wanted and, if I could just be honest with
myself for one second, it was what I wanted, too. But it was wrong! Wasn't
it?

I don't know how long I lay there. I finally got up and stumbled to the
door to Matt's room. I didn't bother to knock. I walked in and he was
laying there asleep. My heart almost tore itself out of my chest as I stood
there looking at him. He looked so much asleep as he did when he was a
little boy. But when I looked at all of him, what my eyes beheld was a
man. A man with needs and desires and loves. A man who said that all those
needs, desires and loves began and ended with me. Just as all mine began
and ended with him. I wanted to scream out that I didn't fucking care
anymore what people thought was wrong! Matt had said it when he was 9! As
long as I loved him and knew he loved me that was all that mattered.

I reached out my hand and gently brushed his hair which had fallen down
over his forehead in his sleep. I stroked his head and smelled his scent as
it rose from his body. I closed my eyes and the tears began falling
again. I only hoped I hadn't blown the chance to be the lover that Matt
wanted me to be. It was then I felt his hand gently caressing the inside of
my leg as I stood beside his bed.  I opened my eyes to see him smiling at
me. He turned on his side and threw back the covers, showing me that he was
still naked and hard, and inviting me to join him. I slid into the bed next
to him and took him in my arms. Now words were spoken, no words needed to
be spoken. If I didn't want him as my lover I wouldn't be in his bed. If he
didn't want me as his lover, he'd have never invited me there.

For the first time, I kissed Matt deeply. He opened his mouth to me and I
tasted my son! It was beyond blissful! Never had I ever kissed someone with
so much passion or had that passion so completely returned. This kiss
lasted a very long time. It was like we were trying to make up for all the
years that had passed, wasted by caring more what people thought than what
Matt and I wanted. People who I didn't care about, people who meant nothing
to either one of us! None of that mattered now. Now, in this bed, I would
finally be for Matt what he said he's always wanted and what I have always
wanted.

"Oh, God! Dad, I love you!" he said, drawing back from my mouth. "Make love
to me!" he begged.

I didn't say a word, only smiled at him and then began licking the skin at
the side of his neck. He groaned a clutched me to him as I tasted the
delightful body of my son for the first time. Now I knew what that scent of
him, which had driven me almost crazy for so long, tasted like and I wanted
more! I wanted it all! I pushed him over on his back and taking his arms
from around my neck placed them above his head so that his pits were open
to me. The heavy scent of his sweat and musk from working out earlier in
the day rose in the air between us and we both smiled at one another. I
dipped my head down until my nose was buried in his left underarm, nudging
into the soft, sparse hair I found there. I inhaled deeply and was lost to
the scent of him. My son, my lover! The idea still caused some confusion
within me, but my desire for Matt far outweighed any leftover qualms that I
might have had.

I soon began lapping at his pit, tasting his musk and salty sweat, feeling
the softness of his skin.  Matt, for his part, was moaning and, taking his
other hand, pressed my head deeper into him as he ran his fingers through
my hair. After leaving his left pit totally wet with my saliva I went to
cross to his other pit but he pulled me close, sniffed my lips and began
licking at them, tasting himself on me. This lead, naturally, to another
deep kiss where Matt explored my mouth this time, tasting himself and
moaning into my mouth. I was so hard and so incredibly stimulated that I
was afraid that I would cum just from his kissing me!

I pulled away and smiled down at him. He smiled back and raised his right
arm from behind my neck to over his head, baring his other pit to me
without my asking. I again buried my face in it, breathing deeply of his
scent and began to lick this one until it was as wet as the
other. Finishing there, I again returned to his lips, allowing him to once
again fully taste himself on and in my mouth. When I pulled away this time,
his eyes shone at me and I knew that this was all as pleasing to him as it
was to me. But I couldn't say anything at that point. I was too excited,
too much enjoying the reality of finally making love to Matt. From the look
in his eyes, however, I think he clearly understood this.

I moved down to his muscular chest. I licked the skin there, hairless like
mine was but so soft and smooth! I tasted his sweat and decided that what
this boy needed was a bath, and he was going to get one - with my tongue! I
moved over and took one of his small nipples in my mouth and began sucking
and licking it. Matt's back arched and he moaned but his hands remained
above his head where I had placed them. It was like a symbol to me that all
of him was mine, all of him was for my pleasure - and for his. I worried
the little nub of his tit and it became hard and erect just like both our
cocks. I moved to the other one and performed the same service, and
received an even stronger reaction from Matt. Most males have one tit more
sensitive than the other and I now knew which one that was for Matt. This
information was immediately stored in my brain for future use!

Leaving his chest, I moved down, running my tongue over his abdomen. His
slightly 'innie' belly- button became an object for my tongue's inspection
as did all the ridges and curves of his washboard abs. At several points
his body jerked in the throws of what was either being ticklish or from
sheer overload of sensation. I ignored this and moved on.

Now I was faced with his beautiful cock. It stood away from his abs at a 45
degree angle and was dripping with cock-honey and an odor which lead me to
believe that there was, hidden by the hood of flesh which I had fought to
keep intact when he was born, my favorite of 'cheeses'. I grasped his cock
causing him to moan and belch out more cock-honey. I gently pulled the
foreskin down and the scent of unwashed male cock pervaded the room. I
could hear both of us relishing the scent! I stuck out my tongue and for
the very first time, touched it to my son's cock.  The taste of his
cock-honey was ambrosia to me, sweet with not saltiness whatever. I knew I
could live on nothing but his cock-honey for the rest of my life! Moving
down, however, to under the rim of his cock-head, I began to feast on all
the 'cheese' that I found there. It was obvious to me from the amount that
it had been several days since Matt had washed inside his hood. Did he plan
for this to happen and know of my love of this male delicacy or was this
the way he always kept himself, loving the taste and smell of his own
manhood? It didn't matter, I lapped up all that he had but then allowed his
hood to once more cover his cock head as I lifted his cock and moved my
face under it to bury my nose in that soft puff of pubic hair.

I drank in the smells I found there; pre-cum, sweat, stale piss and male
rut. Combined they made an essence which, if it could be bottled, I would
have gladly paid $1,000 per ounce to have it! I licked and sucked at his
pubic mound before moving around on the bed to where I was kneeling between
his legs. He looked up at me and I could see the fuck-lust in his eyes. He
was turned on almost to the limits of his control. But I didn't care. There
was still so much more to do!

Grabbing his ankles in my hands, I lifted his legs in the air until his
feet were resting on my chest. I don't think he realized at first what I
was up to. I lifted one of his feet to my mouth and began to lick and suck
at his toes, running my tongue down between them, tasting the foot-sweat
that gathered there. He moaned in delight, curling and uncurling his toes
as I continued to lick and suck on them. Then I switched to the other foot,
servicing the toes there. Holding both feet together, I brought them both
to my face, smelling them first to gather all the raunch I could breathe
and then I began to lick the soles of his feet, concentrating on the
sensitive arches as he moaned and thrashed on the bed from the intensity of
the feeling.

Leaving his feet wet with my saliva, I pushed his legs back farther and
began to lick down the backside of them. First down the Achilles tendon of
each foot and then to the back of the shins. I paid particular attention to
the back of each knee, listening to him moan as I think I taught him a new
erogenous zone on his body. Now I lay face down on the bed between his legs
and he grabbed his legs pulling them back to assist my access to him. I
licked up and down the back of each thigh and licked and nibbled on the
inside of each as well. I kept getting closer and closer to his crotch but
never quite made it. I knew I was driving him practically insane with lust,
but that was what I intended. After all, all this was doing the same thing
to me!

Finally, I began licking in the grooves between his thighs and his groin on
each side of his balls. I noticed that his balls were drawn up tight to the
base of his cock and his hairless, wrinkled bag was giving me some
wonderful scents that were drawing me closer and closer. Finally, I
couldn't stand it any longer and I put my nose right on his wrinkled sack
and sniffed all over his fragrant nuts. His sack was practically hairless
and my tongue could no longer wait to bath his orbs and taste the funk that
I could smell there. Matt moaned mindlessly while I did so, especially when
my teeth nibbled at the skin of his sack. My tongue finally moved to the
backside of his balls and down to that patch of skin between his balls and
ass. I pushed back harder against his legs and Matt instantly pulled them
back until his knees were resting on his shoulders. This gave me access to
the place that I had desired to be more than any other on his body!

The beauty of his ass was overwhelming to me. The hairless crevice, the
dark, wrinkly hole, the assy scent which rose from the trench - all of it
so enticing to me. The most secret, hidden place on a man's body bared for
my pleasure! I almost came just from the sight and smell of it! I began
running my nose up and down the crevice while moaning deep in my throat at
the dark aroma of it. This scent, this compendium of male musk, ass juice,
sweat and something so indefinably 'Matt' almost brought me to the point of
tears! So long had I waited, so long had I denied myself the wonder of this
beautiful butt! Now it was mine and I was never going to deny myself this
pleasure again!

My tongue snaked out and began laving up and down the trench. The smells
became tastes - dark, rich tastes that I loved. Matt was moaning at the
feelings I was creating. I licked at his opening, tasting the folds of
delicate skin. I tried to enter with my tongue but the opening wouldn't
budge!  It was so tight, as if nothing had ever gone in it before. But how
could that be? Matt had already admitted to having sex with four of my
former sex partners! Was it possible that he was still an anal virgin? I
didn't really see how that could be but the evidence that my tongue was
giving me was undeniable. This beautiful hole of Matt's was tighter than
any I had ever dealt with. I licked at it, I poked at it, I sucked on it, I
pressed my tongue against it as hard as dared but only the very tip, only
about a millimeter of my tongue could penetrate his hole.

"Oh God! Fuck me Daddy! Please, Fuck me!" Matt moaned above me.

The use of a term he hadn't called me in years gave me some clue about
where Matt's head was at that point. He was evidently living fantasies he'd
had since childhood. Now they were coming true. Now I was making love to
him. But I wanted to truly make love to him. I wanted to fuck him. But now
I was afraid to! What few men I had fucked in my life were well
experienced. I had never attempted this on a virgin. It was time for me to
find out just what exactly I was dealing with. I rose from between Matt's
legs and again got on top of him, resting on my elbows and keeping my knees
bent so that almost none of my weight was resting on him. I kissed him
deeply and I could hear him smelling his ass on my lips and tasting his ass
in my mouth.

"Matt, have you ever been fucked before?" I asked, pulling my mouth from
his and looking down at him.

He lay there, his forehead sweaty and his hair damp. His eyes were glowing
and his mouth was slack with desire. He was altogether the most beautiful,
most erotic male I'd ever seen. My gut lurched at the sight of him and the
knowledge that this now belonged to me.

"No, Daddy." he whispered, seeming to have trouble uttering anything in his
current state of rut.

"But I thought you said..." I started but he cut me off.

"No! I wouldn't let them. I told them that it was for you only." he
declared.

"What would you have done if I hadn't." I asked.

"Then no one ever would." he said sincerely.

My heart lurched at this idea! My son had saved his virginity for me - for
me alone! It was up to me to bring him into this special world of males. It
was a task I only prayed I was up to! The last thing in the world that I
wanted was to cause him pain and I saw no way that, at least this first
time, there would be no pain.

"Matt, I don't want to hurt you! God! I don't want to do that! And it hurts
the first time.  Sometimes something awful! I've never done this before,
son. I've never been the first for someone." I said, begging in my voice
for him to reconsider.

"Dad, I love you. There will never be anyone else that I love the way I
love you. There will never be anyone else that I offer myself to this
way. You've got to be the one! I want you to so badly! I want to feel you
inside of me! I want to feel like you are a part of me! Please, Daddy!" he
begged, running his hands up and down my chest and onto my face.

I kissed him deeply. He knew there was absolutely nothing that I could deny
him - not even the pain of my fucking him for the first time. I only prayed
that I could do it well enough to cause as little pain as possible.

"Okay. If you're determined that this is going to happen then we'll do it
my way and you'll do everything I tell you to do." I said.

"Yes, Daddy." he said in the voice of a little boy while he grinned at me.

"Okay, cut it out!" I laughed.

He laughed. Oh, God! The sound of his laughter filled my heart. How I loved
this boy/man. I must have been insane to think that I could ever have
resisted him forever!

"Okay, I want you to take both the pillows you have on the bed, turn over
on your stomach and shove them under your hips to raise you ass up. While
you do that, I'm going to my room to get something." I told him.

"Dad!" he stopped me from getting off the bed. "There's lube right there in
the drawer of the night stand."

He nodded toward the drawer. I opened it and found a brand new bottle of
Astroglide! The little fucker! He certainly had this well planned!

"Okay, then get into the position I told you to." I said and he complied.

I once again lay down on the bed between his legs and buried my face
between the bubbled cheeks of his butt. Now I began to eat and suck at his
butt-hole in earnest, forcing my tongue against the hole and telling Matt
to push down with his muscles like he was trying to force something out. He
was confused by this at first.

"But, Dad! There's nothing up there, I promise! I douched!" he said.

I started to chuckle.

"Thanks for that information, son, but I'm trying to get this hole of
your's open! Pushing down on the muscles like you're gonna take a shit
causes the muscles around the opening to relax." I informed him.

"Oh." he said and I could hear the embarrassment in his voice.

I quickly raised up over him and dropped my head until my mouth was at his
ear.

"I'm douched too so later you can fuck me." I whispered.

He turned his head and his eyes were gleaming!

"Really?!" he said.

"Hey, let's get this straightened out right now. Do you want to be my lover
or my 'boy'?" I asked.

He looked at me with confusion written all over his face.

"What's the difference?" he asked.

I got up off of him and the bed. I sat down by his head and he raised up on
his knees to face me.

"Okay, this it how it goes, Matt. If you're my lover, you're my partner. We
work together, we play together, we share each other's bodies and lives. If
you're just my 'boy', then you only exist to serve and pleasure me. I do to
you whatever I like and you learn to like it. Now, which will it be?" I
said, knowing full well what answer I expected. Had he said 'boy' I don't
know what the fuck I would have done.

"I want to be your lover!" he said quickly.

"Then as my lover, who does my ass belong to?" I asked him.

"Me?" he said, tentatively.

"Nah! Not if you're gonna say it like that!" I said.

He looked at me and then I saw his back straighten and his voice rang out.

"Your fuckin' ass is MINE!" he said, the depth of his voice thrilling me!

"That's more like it!" I grinned at him. "Now, who does your fuckin' ass
belong to?"

He looked at me and moved over on the bed, putting his arms around my neck
and shoulders and laying his head on my shoulder next to my ear.

"My fuckin' ass belongs to you, Daddy. Now and forever." he murmured in a
dark velvet purr which sent chills of desire down my spine!

My arms came around him and his mouth sought mine out. We kissed for a long
time as my hand slid down and began to play in his butt-crack and gently
stroke his hole. He was moaning in my mouth and sucking on my tongue until
I finally pulled my head back.

"Time to fuck you, lover." I said quietly, looking into his eyes.

He smiled shyly at me, acknowledging my use of the term for the first time
to him.

He quietly lay back down on the bed, his hips over the pillows, his legs
spread and his beautiful bubble butt raised in the air. I got back between
his legs and attacked his hole with my mouth. I could feel him pressing
down on his ass muscles and his tight hole began to slowly open to me.  My
tongue began to make headway and in a short while was reaming his ass like
a small, wet tongue fucking him. Now he was really getting into it, pushing
his butt back at my face and spreading his legs farther trying to take more
and more of my tongue up inside him.

"Oh, Fuck! Eat my ass! That's it! Suck my hole! Shove that fuckin' tongue
all the way up me!" he moaned looking back over his shoulder at me eating
his butt.

I looked up at him and our eyes met. I shoved my tongue just as hard and
far up his ass as I could get it and saw him close his eyes and moan in
ecstasy. Oh, this boy was gonna love getting fucked! I could tell.

By this point, his hole was open and my tongue was going as far inside as
it could. Now it was time to change to my fingers so that I could get more
depth inside of him and widen his opening more. I knelt between his legs
and began working lube into his hole. I inserted my index finger in him and
his ass clamped down on it for a moment. Fuck! It felt like his butt was
going to bite my finger right off! He quickly relaxed though and I was soon
fucking my finger in and out of his butt with ease. I added my middle
finger and slowly worked the two of them up his ass. It took a little doing
but I soon had both of them buried in his hole. Then I curled my fingers
and gently massaged his hard, bulging prostate.

"Fuck!" he screamed, looking back over his shoulder to see what the hell I
was doing to his ass.  "What the fuck was that!?"

"That's your prostate, Matt. That's why guys love having cocks shoved up
their butts! When my cock is rubbing against that, you'll cum without
touching yourself." I grinned at him.

"Oh, fuck!" he moaned and lay back down, giving up his butt once more to my
manipulations.

It took longer to work three of my fingers up his hole but soon, I had his
hole spread to the point that I was fucking him with all three of them and
he was moaning and loving every second of it.  He was as open as he was
going to get and it was time for him to get fucked. I knew from experience
of guys who had taken my cock up them, that starting out sitting on it was
the easiest way because it gave them complete control over how much and how
fast that penetration took place.

"Okay, Matt. Get up. Time to take this to the next level." I said, slapping
him on the butt.

"What now?" he asked.

"Now, you're gonna fuck yourself." I said.

"What?" he asked.

"Just let me lay down and I'll show you." I answered.

I lay on my back, a pillow behind my head so I could watch this, and held
my cock up straight in the air. I lubed it up good and then looked at Matt.

"Okay. Sit on it." I said.

Matt grinned! He got the idea. He moved so that he was kneeling over my
waist and my cock was right at the opening to his body.

"Now remember to push down hard with your muscles when you try to take it
in." I said to him and he nodded that he understood.

I watched as he closed his eyes in concentration and began pushing down on
my cock with his hole. There was slight resistance at first but then I felt
his hole give and my cock slid inside. The moment my head was inside his
ass, Matt stopped. I could see some small amount of pain on his face and I
could feel his tight ass muscles locking down on my cock. For a second
there, I thought this might not work but then Matt's ass opened up and he
glided down, taking more and more of my cock inside of him. He didn't stop
until he bottomed out with his hole resting on my pubic mound and my pubic
hair crushed beneath him. He let out a long, deep sigh. I grabbed his
thighs and held him there.

"Don't pull up yet. Let your butt get used to it. Move around so that my
cock kind of stirs inside your ass like a spoon. That will help open up
your tunnel." I told him.

He nodded and began to swivel his hips and my cock was moving around in his
tight ass, loosening it up as it touched everywhere in his hole. Matt
moaned at this but I could tell it was not in pain. In fact, his cock,
which had gotten mostly soft at one point, was now slapping hard against
his abs and dripping with pre-cum again. Finally he felt his ass open
enough that he began to rise slightly and my cock pulled out of his ass
about three inches. He moaned at the feeling but moaned louder as he
suddenly dropped back onto the my cock, driving it back up his hole!

"Ahhh! FUCK! That feels so GOOD!" he moaned as he continued to pull further
and further up my shaft and drop back down, fucking his ass with my cock.

When he had a good rhythm going I finally grabbed his thighs again and held
him down. He looked down at me accusingly. I could just hear his thoughts
about why I had stopped him when he was having so much fun!

"You're used to it. My turn to drive now." I said.

At this a huge grin broke out on his face!

"How do you want me?" he asked eagerly.

"I want you on your back. I want you to be able to see me fucking you and I
want to see you." I said.

He grinned again and as I moved he quickly took my place on the bed. I had
him pull his legs back again while I wedged one of the pillows under him,
raising his ass to the right height for fucking.  Then I took my cock and
placed it at his hole and slowly shoved back in until I bottomed out in him
completely. He moaned at this because on his back my cock could go slightly
deeper than it could with him riding it. I took his legs and placed them
over my shoulders and then bent forward with my hands resting beside his
shoulders and my arms stiff holding me up. I began to slowly fuck him as he
and I kept total eye contact. I began fucking him harder and faster knowing
that we were both very close to cumming and wanting to make sure that he
came just from my fucking him. It was something I promised him and
something that made me feel incredible to be able to do - to get my lover
off with just my cock fucking him.

"Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me HARDER!" Matt begged and I gave him
everything I had.

I pummeled his ass, hearing my hips slapping the underside of his ass like
a machine gun while I jackhammered his hole. His moans and grunts were in
rhythm with my thrusts until finally I heard him let out one long scream
and his cock began shooting his nut juice. It hit the wall above the bed,
his face, his neck and finally his abs. As soon as he started to shoot his
load, his no-longer- virgin ass clamped down on my cock sending me into
orgasm. I shot long and deep into my son's hole, finally doing what I had
wanted to do for so many years. I had finally made love to Matt. I had
finally shown him how much I truly loved him in the ways that males
understand best.

As he came down from his orgasm, he looked up at me and I could see tears
streaming down his face. I instantly panicked, thinking I had hurt him in
some way in the throws of my own orgasm! I quickly pulled his legs off my
shoulders and put the around my waist and leaned over him, my hands
stroking his face wet with his tears.

"Matt! Son! What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" I said, my voice betraying my
fear.

He shook his head violently 'no'.

"Then what the matter? Why are you crying?" I asked, still not believing
that he wasn't hurt.

"I..I...I'm just ...so....haaapppyyyy." he said.

My whole body relaxed and I collapsed on top of him. I began licking and
kissing his tears and all over his face, finally taking his mouth with my
own. I kissed him deeply as his arms wrapped around my neck.

"Matt, I love you so much!" I said.

"Oh, Daddy, it was so wonderful! It was better than I ever imagined it
could be! Oh, God! I love you!" he moaned and his lips sought mine again.

My cock eventually softened and slipped from his ass. I pulled myself up
off him and moved down to his butt where I began to lick at his well-used
and open hole, sucking my cum from his ass and listening to him moan as I
did so. I held the cum I sucked from his butt in my mouth and then once
again moved back up over him. His mouth opened and I brought mine down on
his, opening and allowing my load to drip from my mouth onto his tongue. He
moaned at the taste of my cum and drank it all down. My mouth left his and
he gave me a wicked smile.

"Okay, now you gonna explain about eating another guy's cum when it's been
up your butt?" he grinned.

I looked down at him in shock and then burst out laughing! Oh, God! How I
loved this boy/man, my son/lover! I no longer, however needed
classifications. I just loved Matt. I always had and I knew I always would.

"The proper etiquette for butt-fucking is, you suck your load out of his
butt and then feed it to him by mouth. So remember that when you fuck me."
I grinned.

"Okay, I will. And when would that be?" he asked, his wicked grin still on
his face.

"Whenever you're ready, I guess." I said.

"Oh, you mean now?" he asked and looked down between his legs.

I looked down, too and saw that his cock had evidently never gone soft and
was once again pawing the air and dripping cock-honey in readiness for
another round!

"Fuckin' teenagers!" I muttered and Matt cracked up laughing.

He did fuck me that night. Twice in fact. And I fucked him again. We
finished after the sun rose by 69ing and swallowing what little cum each of
us had in our balls. I ended up cumming five times that night, including
twice while Matt was fucking me the second time! He was a masterful fuck
and my butt loved his cock!

We slept in his bed that night but it was for the last time. From that
night on, we slept in the big bed in the master suite and turned his
bedroom back into a day room. The wonder of sleeping with Matt in my arms,
or me in his and waking up that way was a joy that I never, ever grew tired
of. Wrapped in the scent of him when either going to sleep or waking up was
the most wonderful thing that I could ever imagine.

For the next three days, we hardly left the bedroom except to grab food and
drink. We did manage to fuck in every room of the house however. We just
couldn't get enough of each other! I had never had that much sex in so
short a period of time in my life! I ended up with my balls aching and Matt
finally admitted that his did, too. We made a rule that we would make love
only three times a day. And we ended up breaking the rule so often Matt
started counting our couplings '1, 2, 3a, 3b, etc.'. But we never did it so
often again that we ended up hurting like that.

When Matt was 22 he graduated from Berkley with an advanced degree in
Engineering. I left the firm I was with and Matt and I opened our own
firm. Matt also came to me one night to discuss something that had
evidently been on his mind for some time. He showed me that we had so much
love between us that we should definitely share it so, with the assistance
of a surrogate and artificial insemination, Matt presented me with my one
and only grandchild who Matt named Michael Matthew.

This child became just like his Dad. Sweet, loving and inquisitive as hell!
We ended up, when he was 4 having to have the 'hardon, pre-cum, don't eat
somebody else cum' conversation with all three of us in the bathtub. Both
Matt and I promised that someday we would explain it all to him, the day he
could shoot the 'white stuff' out of his little cock. That conversation
took place when he was 13, a year younger than it had happened with
Matt. We three went out and celebrated Mike's introduction to manhood just
the same.

Mike, however, seemed to understand the 'special' relationship between his
Dad and his Granddad at an early age. Although he loved both of us, and
still loved jacking off in the bath or shower with either one or both of
us, he never tried to have sex with either one of us nor did he fall in
love with his Dad. For a while, we wondered whether Mike was going to be
straight or bi but he quickly lost all interest in girls. He also showed
little interest in Engineering. He was more into drawing and ended up going
to Berkley, like his Dad, but to become an Architect.

That didn't matter, however, Engineering was somehow in his genes because
before Matt and I realized it, Mike had fallen in love - and with another
guy. And not just any guy! At 19 years old, Mike informed us that he was in
love with a guy who was 24, named Derek, who just happened to be the
youngest engineer in our office. We both liked Derek a lot, but there was
some concern because while we worked together and everyone in the office
knew we were father and son (that part was hard to miss, we look so much
like each other!) nobody knew the extent of our relationship. Bringing
Derek 'into the family' meant that someone at the office would know.  I
remember many anxious discussions between Matt and I and even between Mike,
Matt and me.  Finally it was decided that we were going to have to trust
Mike's intuition which said that Derek could handle it. After all, we
reasoned, he knew Derek better than we did - he was sleeping with him.

I'll never forget the night that we finally had Derek over to dinner. There
was no telling which of the three of us were more nervous. That was, until
Derek arrived and we all decided that he was far more nervous than any of
us! We had drinks before dinner, hoping that would relax all of us but it
didn't seem to. Dinner conversation was so stilted, I don't even remember
what we were eating. Finally, I had a flash of an idea. Several years
before, we had expanded the utility area on the first floor and put in
another indoor whirl-pool big enough to hold eight. I suggested that we all
retire there after dinner and relax, hoping the hot water would help.

Derek demurred at first, saying that he hadn't brought and swimming trunks
with him.

"We're not going swimming." I said. "We're going in the hot-tub. We don't
wear anything in there."

"Oh..." Derek said and seemed about to bolt entirely.

Mike walked over and put his arms around Derek's neck and kissed him
deeply. Derek blushed four shades of red, but he didn't break the kiss.

"It's okay, Derek." Mike said quietly to him. "If you're going to be part
of the family, you're going to have to get used to nudity. Dad and Granddad
never usually have anything on around the house and you know I don't."

"But they're my bosses!" I heard Derek's frantic whisper to Mike.

"So? Think of the increase in value you'll be to the firm when they get a
load of what you're packing!" Mike smiled.

This was news to Matt and me. Mike had never said a word about what Derek
was 'packing'. I have to admit, our curiosity was peaked.

Derek finally agreed and we all went down to the hot tub. There were hooks
on the wall for hanging your clothes and Matt, Mike and I quickly got
naked. Derek was a little slower so we all were standing there waiting for
the unveiling. When Derek finally stripped and stood there naked I realized
that he should be given the nickname 'horse'! My God! I'd never seen a cock
that big in my life. Matt gasped, too! The damned thing hung there soft and
it was over nine inches!

"Ahh...if you don't mind me asking...ahhh...Derek..." but Derek cut me off.

"12.523 inches in length and 6.372 inches in circumference." Derek stated
like a typical engineer.

Matt, Mike and I cracked up laughing and after a few moments, Derek got the
joke himself and joined us. The ice was broken finally and we all got into
the hot-tub much less afraid of each other. However, the real subject of
the evening hadn't even been broached yet. Finally, I figured it was time
somebody brought it up and I nudged Matt. I figured as Mike's father, it
was more his place than mine. Matt nodded to me and then to Mike who nodded
back, understanding what was about to happen. I could see the look of worry
on his face because this could cause irreparable damage to his relationship
with Derek if it went badly. And it was obvious to both Matt and I that
Mike and Derek were really and truly in love with each other. I hoped that
would be enough to carry Derek through this.

"Derek." Matt began. "You've worked for us how long now?"

"Three years. Ever since I got out of school." Derek said.

I could see that he realized that something was up but didn't know what. He
looked nervously at Mike who smiled at him and I saw Mike's arm move so I
imagined he took Derek's hand under the water for reassurance.

"Derek, we're about to tell you something that we have never told one of
our employees. We are going to have to have your word that this information
goes no further than this group of the four of us. Can we trust you on
this?" Matt asked.

"Yes, sir! I won't tell anything to anyone!" he readily assured us.

"Even if it is something that you find difficult to deal with or perhaps
immoral?" Matt asked.

I could see Derek blanch at this question. I'm sure he was thinking in
areas of embezzlement or fraud from the way Matt had phrased this but he
stuck to his guns anyway.

"No, sir. Even in that case, I will not talk about it...well, unless it's
illegal. I'm sorry but I can't be party to anything that is." Derek said.

"Nor would we ask you to be." Matt assured him. "This is not illegal. That
I promise you. I hope you would not think that we would be involved in
anything that was."

"Matt," I cut in. "I think the way you phrased that initial inquiry may
have lead Derek to suspect that."

"Oh," said Matt. "Sorry, that wasn't my intention."

"Dad!" said Mike, his voice showing exasperation. "Could you please just
get on with it."

"Okay." Matt said to his son. "Derek, you know that Mike - this Mike
(pointing to me) is my Dad."

"Yes, sir. Everybody knows that." he said, again looking completely
confused.

"And I would imagine that you've already guessed that we are both gay."
Matt said.

"Ohh!" Derek said, brightening considerably. "You're lovers!" he said
grinning.

Matt sat there in shock, his mouth hanging open. Mike and I, however,
started laughing uproariously! It seems my grandson had picked himself not
only a very intelligent but very perceptive lover!

Matt still was speechless, so I took over.

"Yes, Derek, that's it exactly. Matt and I have been lovers since he was 18
years old. If you are going to be a part of this family, and we really hope
that you are because we can well see how much you and Mike are in love with
each other, it is something that you need to know and need to deal with." I
said.

Derek thought for a moment and then looked at me.

"Sir, this doesn't bother me at all. I had a crush on my own Dad when I was
young. Unfortunately he died before I could ever find out if he felt that
way about me. I know that he loved me very much and I'm sure he knew that I
loved him. I don't know if he knew to what extent or not."  Derek said.

"I'm really sorry, Derek, for your loss." I said, meaning it. "I think it's
almost normal for boys, especially gay ones, to go through some type of
'crush' or 'hero-worship' of their Dad's. Whether it ever is more than that
is very individual. I know I fought my feelings for Matt for 18 years. He
was extremely persistent, however. He was in love with me and wouldn't
allow me to run away from that, or from my love for him. I'm not saying
that our relationship is typical, but it has worked for us for a long time
now." I said.

"Frankly, sir, I think it is very beautiful. I've always been able to see
how much the two of you loved each other and, frankly, I was very envious
of that relationship having lost my own father when I was young. But until
tonight, I had no idea the depth of that love and devotion that you have
for each other." Derek said.

"And before this goes any further, I have something I want to say." Mike
interjected.

We all looked at him and he turned to Derek.

"While I have known almost all my life about their relationship, I want you
to understand that I have never been a part of it. I have never had sex
with my father or my grandfather. They are faithful to each other. I didn't
lie to you when I told you that I had never had sex with another man." Mike
told Derek.

"I know that, babe!" he said, taking Mike into his arms. "Frankly, you were
so nervous and so bad at it the first time, I knew without doubt that you'd
never done it before!"

We all broke up laughing at this, except Mike who blushed a furious red.

"I wasn't that bad at it!" he said.

"Want to see the teeth marks?" Derek laughed.

"Okay! Well...nobody's good at it the first time!" Mike insisted.

"No, I guess they're not." Matt said to his son and reaching over kissed
him on the cheek.

"That's what I really envy!" Derek said. "You guys are so loving with each
other!"

I looked at Matt and he winked at me. We moved over in the hot-tub, pushing
Mike aside and we both hugged Derek and kissed him on the cheek. Now it was
Derek's turn to blush, but he was smiling all the same. As we moved back to
our seats, I turned to Mike.

"He's like your Dad. He's very cute when he blushes!" I grinned and winked
at him.

My namesake winked back at me.

"He is, isn't he!" Mike said, smiling and putting his arms around Derek
again.

"As you know, Derek, Mike has a room on the 2nd floor with all the privacy
or family he wants.  Now I don't know how you feel about it but rents in
San Francisco are exorbitant. We would love it if you and Mike would decide
to live here with us. We'll abide, of course, by whatever you decide, but I
wanted to make the offer." I said.

"How do you feel about it, babe?" Derek asked Mike.

"I have to admit that I love living here. I love having Dad and Granddad a
part of my life. I know you work with them but I don't get to see that much
of them with me in school and all. And what Granddad says about rents is
right! Look what you're paying for that tiny place you have now. I don't
think we'd be comfortable there with both of us living there, do you?" Mike
asked.

"No, I don't. And I think it makes sense, too. From many standpoints."
Derek said, and then turning to me, "Sir, I would love to take you up on
your offer. The only thing that's stopped Mike and I from living together
was the fact that my place is too small and we didn't have the money for a
larger place."

"Well, that's just fine! However, there is one stipulation to you moving
in." I said.

"What's that, sir?" Derek asked, concern showing on his face again.

"Do you think you could stop calling me 'sir'?!" I laughed.

We all laughed at that.

Derek did move in and he and Mike have been together for a number of years
now. They decided they didn't want to have a child and that was okay with
Matt and I. There was some confusion at first about names since my grandson
and I share the same one. We finally resolved it by Derek calling his
lover, my grandson, 'Mike' and me, 'Michael'.

We gave Derek a partnership in the firm as a celebration of he and Mike's
first five years together.  Now at 60, I'm in the process of retiring.
Although Matt is only 53, he's decided to retire, too so that we can spend
all our time together. We've been together for as father and son for 53
years and as lovers for 35. There is no way that I can explain to someone
the joy, the passion, the love that I still feel every time I hold Matt in
my arms. Oh, we're not as young as we were, nor as 'hot' looking, but that
doesn't matter one damned bit. We still make love often, sometimes once a
day.  Never less than three times a week. And every morning I wake up,
either with my arms around Matt or his around me and every morning he looks
at me and says the same thing.

"Dad, I love you!"

The End of DAD, I LOVE YOU.

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