Date: Mon, 19 Jan 2009 11:24:40 +0000
From: Justin Woodward <kewtieboy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Darkroom Discovery

Darkroom Discovery
By kewtieboy

(MM/dark room/incest/anal/oral)

A married man explores his homosexual side in the darkrooms and gay bars of
Berlin but discovers that his teenage son has a similar interest


Kevin Peterson was a happily married man with a family of two and a wife on
nineteen years. Stephanie was his wife and Jeremy his eighteen year old
son, with fifteen year old Natalie his daughter.

Their family life had been a slightly disrupted over the last few
years. The family originated from Manchester in the UK but Kevin had been
asked by his bank, to move to Berlin for a substantial increase in salary
some four years ago. He spoke fluent German and, at the time, his daughter
and son were also learning the language a throw back to some of Kevin's
family on his mother's side who hailed from Munich.

When the move was announced, Jeremy was doing well at a private school in
Cheshire and Natalie was just finishing primary school. After much debate,
it was decided, and agreed by Jeremy, that he move to being a boarder at
his school, staying in Cheshire and Natalie would move to an international
school in Berlin with the family. Jeremy would then come out to Germany for
holidays, Christmas and New Year.

This worked well and Jeremy rather liked his independence, positively
flowering with the lack of parental involvement on a day to day basis. The
family had a great life in Berlin, living in an attractive apartment almost
within walking distance on the city centre. Their circle of friends tended
to be part of the British/German banking community but they were a close
knit group and life was good.

Kevin was a well built man, attractive for his age if quite staid in his
dress. He prided himself in his shape with a well defined body (courtesy of
the bank's membership of a local gym) and short dark hair without a grey
one showing despite his thirty-nine years (thanks to a local
hairdresser). He was clean-shaven with a crisp business-like look and every
bit the successful businessman.

Kevin however had a secret. It had happened accidentally one evening after
having a drink with a couple of guys from work one. Stephanie and Natalie
were occupied so for once he was in no rush to get home and for a laugh the
three guys had ended up in a transvestite show in the city. Kevin was
fascinated by the girlyboys who performed onstage and flirted with the
punters. One of the "girls" even sat on his knee and while singing, had
stroked the front of his trousers unseen by the others, giving him an
erection. He was highly embarrassed and it led to a lot of thinking in the
ensuing days.

It was that event when on his next free night he stumbled into a known gay
bar part way from his office in the general direction of home. It was still
early in the evening so, apart from the lack of women, it was not any more
intimidating than a regular bar. A younger guy of around twenty-five spoke
to him, sensing his "virginity." Karl was quite camp but a good looking
blonde guy who knew the score and loved the idea of flirting with this
heterosexual. That evening Kevin ended up in Karl's flat with his suit
trousers at his ankles getting the blow job of a lifetime.

There began a relationship which taught Kevin about gay sex. Within three
months Kevin was fucking Karl and Karl was even fucking Kevin. He loved his
versatility, being able to take a "female" or "male" role in sex at the
drop of a hat. Karl was well endowed and easily matched Kevin's seven and a
half inch uncircumcised cock. Karl had even introduced his "virgin" to some
of his friends and Kevin had made it to small orgies where he had been
fucked by three men on one session. It was all so seedy and he loved
it. What he loved most is that his sex life with Stephanie had actually
improved as his sex drive had increased so much, in his head it was a
"win-win" situation.

However much Kevin thought his relationship with Karl was like having a
"woman on the side," Karl just enjoyed having sex with this "straight" guy
once a week. When Karl started to suggest they start visiting the gay bars,
Kevin was slightly apprehensive should he be spotted. The makeover had been
Karl's idea and, after a very camp shopping trip Kevin stood before Karl on
an evening when he had told Stephanie he was entertaining a business client
and might not be back until the small hours. The person in front of Karl
did not look like someone going to a business meeting.

Starting from the outside in, Karl was wearing a leather cap, white
t-shirt, heavy leather jacket, leather trousers and boots. Underneath, he
had a cock ring and jock strap (white cotton rather than leather). To
finish the new look, Karl had gummed a small moustache on to Kevin so he
looked like someone out of a "Tom of Finland" cartoon drawing and stretched
a studded leather wrist band on him too.

"Excellent," said Karl, looking at his handiwork and off they went.

Bar one and two were quiet as it was midweek, but the third bar had a bit
of a buzz and Karl was extremely popular if eye contact was anything to go
by. Karl pointed to a dark entrance in the corner and suggested he take a
walk through it. Kevin did as told and after some disorientation and
apologies, found himself in a darkroom. This was something new to this poor
"near heterosexual" as hands groped his crotch and his own hands kept
brushing against erect flesh prodding from all directions.

The evening ended with Kevin's leathers at his ankles being blown by two
guys at once. He rewarded them with a face full of pent-up semen.

"Bloody Hell," he said to Karl and his sidekicks when he returned
breathless to the bar, "I didn't expect anything like that in a public
place."

So, as time went by, Karl worked out that Sunday was the night he went out
with "his friends" as Stephanie had a girl's night out that night. She was
late and he was later. He rarely stayed over as he usually got what he
wanted before the night was too old. He would walk around to Karl's around
8 o'clock, they would share a glass or two of wine and he would change from
his jeans and jacket into his "costume" and become the leather queen
everyone thought he was. Actually Kevin couldn't see the fetish-attraction
of leather but it was very popular with the others in the bar so who was he
to disagree.

They would then all head out and after a few more drinks Kevin would
disappear into the dark. The layout in the darkroom was quite simple. The
entry was up a smaller corridor had the toilets off to the left but on
continuing into the murk it opened into a larger room. Around the right
hand side were cubicles with half doors where some semblance of privacy
could be had if you found someone you wanted to keep to yourself. However
each cubicle had a large glory hold cut in the wall so privacy was
definitely not 100%. To the rear was another room with no door. Inside was
pitch black with just a little ultra violet light finding its way
inside. This room held about ten or so when full and was fun for a little
group therapy. There was then a few more door-less cubicles which would
take around four or more then Kevin's favourite space which was again a
larger area. The wall between it and the main room was sparred allowing
anyone inside to see out but the darkness within prevented anyone outside
from seeing in. In the middle was a rarely used hammock, presumably for
anyone wanting multiply-fucked though in real terms, it would have been
bloody difficult to lie in it and be fucked in the dark by strangers. The
advantage of this hammock was to make anyone entering go around the edges
and not walk straight across the room.

If Kevin slunk into the dark corner, he could be invisible while being able
not only to see anyone coming into the room in the limited light, but also
anyone actually entering down the corridor from the main bar. That way he
could accept or reject any suitor he wished.

This cosy lifestyle had now been going for almost a year and had kept Kevin
sexually happy as Hell with a wife for his hetero side and the darkroom for
his more immediate and carnal needs. He had a key to Karl's flat so could
just go and change when he had had enough before heading back to his wife.

Jeremy, his son was due to finish boarding school in the Summer so had
decided to take a three week break over Easter at his parents and the house
was buzzing with both the impending stay and the fact that they were to
discuss his plans for when he went to university. Kevin was a bit pissed
off as he could see there was a possibility it might interfere with his
Sunday ritual but then again it might not. It was his son's visit home
after all.

When he arrived on the Monday afternoon he picked him up at the airport and
the hugged as father and son do. Jeremy had turned into a fine young man,
if a bit "studenty" already. His mass of blonde hair was unruly and
obviously a great deal of time had been spent making it look like he hadn't
spent a great deal of time on it. He had loose cotton pants (Chinos in a
earlier era), and a rugby top hanging loose which showed the top of his
Armani shorts when he bent down to pick up his rucksack. Kevin had to
admit, he had made a good job of this stunning young lad who still looked
every bit a virgin.

After all the pleasantries they drove back to the flat where Kevin parked
in the underground car park and the whole excitable reunion kissing started
again with wife and daughter. Kevin had to be back at work on Tuesday. He
had taken the day of to meet Jeremy but since he usually worked from home
on Monday (hence the late Sunday nights), no one really knew.

All that week they bonded as a family, went out for dinner, and generally
caught up. It was when Stephanie announced that she was still going out on
Sunday with her cronies, that Kevin saw an opportunity to continue his
usual routine, suggesting that it might be good for the kids to have some
quality time alone. Natalie threw a fit as she said she normally met up
with her friends on Sunday as she was usually alone so Jeremy shrugged his
shoulders and said not to worry as he had some friends also staying in
Berlin for Easter so he would look them up. Everyone was happy!

Kevin was very happy. Not only had he been denied his conjugal right with
Stephanie ("Ssh the kids might hear"), but he thought he wasn't going to
get fucked in the darkroom either and now, he was!! He was horny as Hell
getting ready at Karl's. Even Karl said he would have trouble getting his
zip up, such was his troublesome erection. Tonight he was going to make it
last.

After having his first few beers, he stood at the bar with Karl keeping one
eye on the darkroom entrance watching to see what came or went. It was
surprising over the last ten months, just how many people from his outside
world he had seen in here, mainly from the bank. Not one had seen past his
disguise so he felt confident in the semi-dark of the bar. Though he hadn't
seen anyone of particular interest enter he had to get going and went in
hearing Karl's comments about the "bitch on heat" echoing in his ears.

It wasn't too busy, Sunday's never were but he liked it as it didn't get
too sticky and hot and he could stay in control, able to see all the
comings and goings from his corner. A few regulars knew him and within a
few moments he was on his knees sucking one of them, a fifty year old guy
with a cock like an elephant who rewarded Kevin with a mouthful of cum.

He managed another few gropes and another blow job and was about to have
his half-time break when there was a change in the atmosphere outside. He
looked up and saw a very pretty little thing between the slats. He couldn't
quite make him out but he looked almost too young to be in there. Kevin
wasn't really into twinks but his heart started pounding as he watched the
young thing fumble round, obviously not used to the layout. He brushed
aside all advances and eventually he could just make him out standing
against the entrance to one of the cubicles without doors, watching.

Kevin went over to the slatted wall to take a better look and got the shock
of his life when he saw Jeremy, his son. He pressed back against the wall,
his heart now really thumping.

"Fuck, shit," he said inwardly, "How the fuck do I get out of here?"

The thought of why Jeremy was there hadn't yet hit his psyche.

Jeremy continued to fight off the advances. He had a pair of tight jeans on
and a figure hugging t-shirt and canvas jacket. His blonde hair, while not
picking up the ultra violet showed as a dirty cream colour.

Jeremy started moving again and headed to the side of the room where Kevin
was.

"Good," thought Kevin," I'll wait until he's back in the bar and then I'll
slink out and head home."

Jeremy came into the room. Kevin pressed himself against the wall. He was
the only person in the room and only about six or seven were outside, all
having been rejected by him.

He stood still praying, Jeremy would leave but Jeremy knew someone was in
the room and slowly felt his way towards him. Kevin was getting hard. He
couldn't understand why, but perhaps it was just sexual autopilot. Jeremy
was next to him. Kevin stood stock still until he felt Jeremy's hand feel
his side then move up his body as if to check him out. His hand then
dropped and moved to Kevin's crotch where he felt Kevin's bulge. He then
moved in front of Kevin and his hand moved to feel Kevin's face, resting on
his moustache. From the way he felt it, Kevin wondered if he knew it was a
fake but then realised he seemed to like it. Jeremy reached up and kissed
Kevin.

Kevin was shaking but realised Jeremy was not. Jeremy knew what he was
doing as far as sex with strangers was concerned.

Kevin's zip came down. He wanted to run but couldn't. His trousers were
unclipped and dropped leaving him in his jock strap, his hard cock
straining for release. He heard Jeremy unclip his own trousers and let them
drop and then Jeremy took Kevin's hand and placed it on a rigid uncut cock
which felt about seven inches long. It was so very hard but also seemed
light in weight. His balls were hanging loosely below and Kevin cupped them
in his hand. Jeremy dropped to his knees and took Kevin's cock in his
mouth.

"God he's good," thought Kevin as his son's warm mouth expertly engulfed
his rigid cock up to the pubic hair. Jeremy was randy and his breathing
exposed the fact. His mouth went under to his father's hairy balls and he
licked them. Jeremy's hands lifted Kevin's t-shirt up to expose his chest
and then he stood up and kissed Kevin fully and deeply on the mouth. While
doing it his cock slid between Kevin's legs and he started to simulate
fucking. Jeremy slipped off his top and put it on the hammock so that he
was now effectively naked and he started to kiss Kevin all over, his warm
saliva leaving traces all over Kevin's body. Kevin was gone now he kissed
Jeremy deeply and dropped down to suck his cock. He not only sucked it, he
devoured it. He then bent Jeremy over the hammock and stuck his tongue deep
into his soap flavoured arsehole.

As he did this the excitement of what he was doing, having sex with his own
son without him knowing, sent a surge of sexual energy through him.

"Should I fuck him," or "should he fuck me?"  The thoughts raced through
Kevin's head.

Matters were taken out of his control when Jeremy stood up and whispered in
his ear, "I love leather guys and I'm going to fuck you right now!"

"Christ," thought Kevin, my son is going to stick his big cock inside me.

The management thoughtfully provided little essentials in each of the
cubicles such as condoms, lubricant and kitchen towel so facilitate such
pleasures and Kevin was shocked at the dominance of his son who whirled him
round and bent him over the hammock. He applied his own lube, and grabbed a
condom, not sure if Jeremy would be aware of their availability but heard
Jeremy stretch a condom over his cock, obviously from his own
pocket. Jeremy wasted no time and started to slide his cock into Kevin. In
no time he was fucking him like mad, holding Kevin's hips as he thrust into
him. Kevin held and stroked his own cock. He looked round to see a small
group of admirers watching. If only they knew. He noticed one of the
spectators was Karl.

Jeremy started to grunt and Kevin braced himself for him cumming but he
withdrew. He pulled the condom off and pushed Kevin down sticking his cock
in his mouth and firing a copious quantity of thin cum into his throat. The
taste was sweet and Kevin was more than happy to swallow all of it as his
own orgasm sent spurts on to the darkroom floor.

The audience scattered as the two people fumbled with clothes and Jeremy
stretched up to Kevin's ear, "Same time and place next week. I have plans
for you."

He left as Kevin finished and tentatively went to the bar and noted he had
left immediately. Jeremy went over to Karl and his two friends.

"That was a real prize this week Kevin, eh?" said Karl. "He was beautiful."

"He should be," said Kevin, "it was my son."

The look on their faces said it all and it took some telling before he was
believed.

"I can't possibly let him have sex with me next week," said Kevin.

The smile on their faces suggested they knew Kevin better than he knew
himself.

He changed at Karl's apartment and walked the three miles home, waves of
guilt mixed with a strange excitement washing over him. He has just been
splattered with his own son's cum. This revelation made the fact that he
had just realised his son was gay, fall into second place in his mental
priority list. He went through a range of emotions from disgust to
embarrassment to excitement on that walk home.

Entering the flat, Jeremy was sitting on the sofa watching a movie, his
sister already tucked up in bed.

"Have fun with the guys tonight then Dad?" called Jeremy.

"Fun, what do you mean by that?" snapped Kevin.

"Whoa there, who rattled your cage?" said his son. I just wondered if you
had a good night with your mates."

"Sorry son, yes I did, and you?"

"Yea, kinda low key but I did all I needed to," he said.

In Kevin's head he heard, "Including fucking your dad and cumming on his
face?"

The next few days were a bit surreal. Every time he looked at Jeremy, he
saw a pretty young man and remembered his stiff cock in his hand and then
he blushed. Jeremy, of course was oblivious. He went about whatever he was
going about. Kevin wondered if he was partaking of the many daytime gay
delights while he was at work and felt slightly jealous. As the weekend
approached again he had already made up his mind he wasn't going to touch
his son again, it was just not right even to think about it. He argued with
himself that, after all, he hadn't seduced his son, his son had seduced
him. He, of course completely omitted in his argument that his son had no
idea his father was giving him the pleasure.

Sunday was a day in haze. Stephanie had already announced she was going
stir crazy and despite the fact that Jeremy was heading back to the U.K. on
the Tuesday, she was heading out. Natalie, already used to the Sunday
routine, had made her plans.

"So what are you doing tonight Jeremy," said Kevin.

"Oh my friends from last weekend said they would like a repeat visit so I
thought I would slip round there," he replied.

"Oh God, he wants to fuck me again," thought Kevin.

He knew he was going to go back, and he did!

Karl was waiting and they set off a little earlier as Kevin couldn't afford
the risk of being identified by Jeremy. That would be too much to bear. He
had been drinking a little more than usual and felt quite good. He had a
little bottle of poppers which he hoped might make Jeremy a little less
caring and questioning if he turned up.

The bar was even quieter than usual and the darkroom at this earlier hour
was quiet with just a few regulars floating around. Kevin dismissed all of
them when they started to make a move on him and he slunk back into his
little corner, terrified that he might be indentified. When he arrived,
Jeremy entered the area with a entourage of older guys behind him. He was
like a rose among thorns.

Jeremy made straight for Kevin's little corner and fumbled his way around
in the dark. When he felt Kevin's leathers, Kevin was aware he was feeling
for identification in the dark. He felt for the wrist strap and then his
moustache before saying a quiet "Hi."

"Fancy a private booth? " He whispered.

"O.K." said Kevin and followed Jeremy who had taken his hand.

Once in the dark corner booth, they bolted the door and Kevin was pleased
that there was little light, just the odd silhouette. Jeremy reached up and
kissed Kevin full on the lips, his tongue searching around in his mouth and
his breath coming in short pants. Kevin reached down and felt Jeremy's
stiff cock. Jeremy started to strip what few clothes he was wearing until
all he had on were his trainers. His clothes were hooked behind the
door. Within the limitations of his tight leather gear, Kevin did
likewise. He offered the poppers to Jeremy and when he inhaled them he was
like an unleashed wild animal.

"Do whatever you want to me," he said. "Fuck me."

Standing with his pants at his ankles and his torso naked, Kevin reached
for a condom and the lube dispenser. Jeremy turned to offer his rear as
Kevin applied the gel. His fingers entered easily and Kevin realised his
son was no virgin. Working with the gel, he managed three fingers into
Jeremy's arsehole while he whimpered with the finger fucking he was
getting. Kevin stretched the condom over his cock and started to enter
Jeremy. He enjoyed the way his hole enveloped his cock as he slid inside
his son and, as Jeremy sniffed the poppers he started a merciless fuck of
him.  He held Jeremy's hips and hammered him. He could hear knocking at the
door. The audience wanted to see but though Kevin decided this was his
moment, Jeremy had other ideas and unclipped the door allowing it to swing
inwards as he faced outwards. In the dull light, as Kevin fucked, he could
see cocks being offered to Jeremy's face and Jeremy readily accepted them,
sucking two guys in turn as his father fucked him. In the dark, he heard
one guy moan and realised he had just cum in Jeremy's mouth. Another
quickly took his place. Kevin was in heaven and had to keep slowing to
prevent himself from cumming inside Jeremy. It was difficult to tell but he
figured his son sucked off three guys before things quietened slightly and
he was able to rebolt the door.

He slid his cock out and Jeremy then deliberately unbolted the door again
and stuck his arse out while sucking Kevin's now, unclad cock sniffing at
the poppers as between sucks. It didn't take long before Kevin saw Karl
standing with his long cock in his hand sliding it slowly into his
son. Jeremy was like a wild animal. Kevin had never seen such unbridled
sexual passion. One of Karl's other friends replaced Karl once it was
obvious that Karl had just cum inside Jeremy and the lad continued to suck
Kevin until he was ready to blast. Kevin stopped him from sucking as Karl's
friend came in him and Kevin was then once more able to bolt the door.

He stood Jeremy up and kissed him tasting the cum from the three earlier
guys as he did so. Jeremy was everywhere at once, sucking Kevin's cock,
then sucking his nipples, then kissing him, fingering his arse, then
pushing Kevin down to suck his cock. When he came, he stopped Kevin sucking
and held his mouth open. He then slightly withdrew his cock and fired his
load, like a hosepipe into Kevin's eager mouth. His son's cum had a thin
texture and wonderful sweetness that Kevin gulped down as though it were a
rare delicacy, which in many ways it was!

Jeremy did not forget his partner and surprised Kevin by standing up
immediately after cumming and whispering, "Can I fuck you?"

"Can you manage?" said Kevin.

"Watch me," replied his son.

Apart from a slight loss of hardness, his son's cock did not drop at all
and when Kevin bent over, the hard piece of meat that went inside him was
back to full power. The cabin walls were shaking with the intensity of the
fucking Jeremy received. Jeremy showed no mercy as he hammered at Kevin's
hole.

"I'm going to cum," said Kevin, and that was without touching his cock.

"No, don't, please," pleaded the randy young man, quickly pulling out and
swinging Kevin around.

He engulfed Kevin's cock with his mouth and with one hand holding the stem,
started to suck, sliding the foreskin back and sucking the head
eagerly. Kevin's knees buckled as he emptied a supply on cum that was more
than he thought he could produce. Jeremy gagged at first and then kept
sucking. He was a born cock sucker. The sound and his groaning as he did
so, suggested that he was bringing himself off at the same time.

Jeremy stood after the sex and cuddled tight up to Kevin, kissing him on
the cheeks and nipples.

"Can I meet you again when I come back in Summer," he said in German.

"Yes," said Kevin.

As they dressed, Jeremy slipped a pre-written piece of paper into Kevin's
waistcoat pocket, "My e-mail address," he said.

Kevin already knew it but thanked him and told him he would write.

"Want to meet in the bar for a drink? "said Jeremy.

"Can't really," said Kevin, "I'm married.

"Oh I see, incognito," he said in acknowledgement. "Any family?"

"Em, yes, a daughter and son."

"Lucky son," said Jeremy.

He left and Kevin stayed quietly in the darkroom until Karl came looking
form him to let him know the coast was clear. His knees were weak but he
knew, it wouldn't be long before six whole weeks of Summer holidays.


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