Date: Thu, 16 Nov 2000 18:31:48 +0000 (GMT)
From: P H <p2f7h@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Finding my true love (Part 1)

Disclaimer: This story is totally fiction, based solely on a fantasy.  If
you are under 18, please stop reading immediately!!!.  Otherwise read on
and enjoy!

Finding My True Love. Part 1
By PH

My name is David and I am 41 years old.  To some, I might be getting on a
bit, but I've had my fair share of lovers, let me tell you.  I have been
divorced for 10 years, I guess my wife no longer wanted to live in a sham
of a marriage with a gay man.  We married very young.  It was only after we
were married that I realised I was gay.

Since my divorce, I have been living an exclusively gay lifestyle.  I had a
few short flings and one-night stands, but that was until I fell in love.
By the way, did I forget to mention I had a son?

It all began 7 years ago.  My wife was gone, leaving me to raise our son
alone.  By now, Joey had just turned 16.  Why don't I tell you a bit about
him.

Joey is an extremely handsome young man.  He is 5'9", slim and broad
shouldered.  He has deep piercing intelligent blue eyes and beautiful thick
jet-black hair, that men twice or three times his age would be jealous of.
It is short and parted at the side.  He has my colouring, but is much
better looking than me.  He also has the most beautiful dimples on his
cheeks, which give him an adorable boyish youthful quality.  He is very
active, loves sports and dancing.  He is very clean and always immaculately
dressed. Needless to say, I love him very, very much.

So, on with the story.  Like I said, I was lonely.  I adored Joey more than
anything in the world, but I needed the companionship that I feared he
couldn't give me.

One night, I was at home watching TV, while Joey went out with a friend.
At about midnight, I heard a car pulling up outside.  Looking out the
window, I could see a good-looking young man getting out of the drivers
side, my son got out the other side.

As Joey walked towards the house, the young man followed.  They stopped at
the door and started talking.  I couldn't hear what was being said, but I
was surprised by what I was about to see.  Joey started gently stroking the
young man's hair and they hugged.  They then kissed each other deep and
long.  The kiss seemed to go on forever.

For a while I had suspected my son was gay.  He never looked at women the
way he would look at a man, but now I knew for sure.  As I looked on, I
noticed my cock was rock hard.  I was shocked and horrified by the fact
that I was getting turned on by seeing my son kissing this other man.

I didn't tell him what I saw, I just moved away from the window and
pretended to be doing something else when Joey walked in.  "Hi Dad" Joey
said as he took my face in his hands and gently kissed me on the cheek.  He
was always very affectionate, and we always kissed and hugged each other,
such was our close relationship.

As we hugged, I thought back to when Joey had hugged and kissed his friend
minutes earlier.  My cock began to harden again as I hugged my boy tighter,
inhaling his aftershave.  Eventually, our hug ended, I looked into my son's
beautiful face.  "I love you very much, son" I said to him, "You can tell
me anything, you know that, don't you?"  Joey smiled, showing his perfect
teeth, his dimples were like big craters "I know that, Dad, and I love you
very much too!"  With that, we hugged again and said goodnight.

I went to bed that night thinking about the events that had taken place.  I
thought about the kiss.  I imagined my son kissing his friend.  I wanted so
much to talk to Joey about it.  But, I couldn't, I had to wait until he was
ready to tell me himself.

Over the next few weeks, I fantasised about Joey and his handsome friend
kissing each other.  The fantasies became more and more involved.  I was
imagining the boys with each other naked, sucking each other.  Then they
would start fucking.  Before long, I couldn't control myself. The man in my
fantasies having sex with Joey, was no longer the same young man I saw
kissing my son that night....................It was me!

I couldn't deny it to myself any longer, I was in love with Joey, my son.
I tried desperately to hide it, from Joey and myself.

I had seen Joey naked several times previous to this, but until now was
never attracted to him sexually, after all he was my son.  Besides, he was
always painfully shy, and wouldn't appreciate his dad eyeing him up.  Just
one more of Joey's loveable qualities.  Whenever I did see him naked
though, it was a sight to behold.  He weighs the perfect amount for his
height and due to years of dance lessons and sports, and is extremely fit.
He has a very slim waist, flat stomach and a figure that every woman in the
world would die for.  Joey also has a 71/2 " cock and a beautiful tight
round butt that would drive any man to rape.  I could never, and would
never rape him though.  That's what drove me mad, I wanted him so bad, but
knew I could never have him.

Joey continued to see the young man on a regular basis, while my fantasies
would continue.  First, they would be about Joey's friend, then the two
together.  Inevitably, my fantasies would always end up being about my son
and me.

It had become painfully obvious that Joey was deeply in love. Every night
he would come in singing or whistling to himself.  He was always smiling
and was glowing with health.  Although I was very happy for him, I couldn't
help being a little jealous, after all, it wasn't my fault I have such a
good-looking son.  But now he looked more beautiful than ever.

So deeply in love was he in fact, that he couldn't hide it any longer and
he finally told me everything.  Now that everything was out in the open,
Joey and I would talk at length.  In the long run, it would bring us even
closer together.  We talked about our love lives and sex and about Joey's
boyfriend.  "His name's Chris. You have to meet him Dad, he's gorgeous,
he's absolutely gorgeous!"

I was going nuts, I wanted to fuck my boy, and be fucked by him.  After
months of seeing these two great looking guys together and late nights
hearing Joey talking about Chris.  I couldn't take it anymore.  My jealousy
eventually got the better of me.  After a very late night talking and a
little drinking, we made our way upstairs.  We stopped at my bedroom door.
As he stood with his back to the wall net to the room, I took my son's face
in my hands.  Running my fingers through his beautiful thick, silky, black
hair, I told I loved him, and how proud I was of him and how glad I was to
see him this happy.

We looked deep into each other's eyes, I became overwhelmed.  I drew my
lips to his and kissed him gently.  As I kissed my son harder, longer and
deeper, I expected him to pull away in disgust.  Instead, to my amazement
and delight.  I felt his hands on my waist pulling me towards him.

Before we knew it, we were on my bed, ripping each other's clothes off and
kissing each other passionately.  We kissed each other all over, without a
word Joey grabbed my cock sucking it deep into his throat.  As he continued
licking and kissing my balls and sucking my cock, I thought about all the
men I had in my life.  Not even all the male prostitutes, who get paid for
this kind of thing, could suck me like my son.  The boy was like a
professional, I thought I would explode.  I wanted to return the
compliment, and when he finished I did the same.  By the sound of his soft
groans, he seemed to be enjoying it as much as I did.  As I swallowed, my
son's cum tasted so beautiful.

We wanted to fuck each other so much.  Being prepared for every
eventuality, I took some lube from the drawer beside the bed and spread it
on my cock and on Joey' ass, finger fucking him in the process.  As my
fingers penetrated my son's ass, he groaned softly.  Eventually, Joey's put
his legs up on my shoulders.  I began pushing my cock into him, slowly at
first, as we both groaned I almost couldn't believe what was happening.  "I
love you inside me, Dad" Joey said as I drove my cock in further, picking
up the pace.

I thought about what I was doing.  I was in heaven.  I was having the best
sex of my life.  I was fucking a beautiful teenage boy.  The biggest turn
on though, was the fact that the beautiful teenager I was fucking, was my
own son.  It drove me wild to hear him call me Dad as I fucked him.

I started to cum inside him, it was ecstasy.  I wanted him to fuck me.
When he obliged, he did so by giving me the best fuck of my life.  I loved
him so much, I wanted to share everything with him, including my body and
my cum.  If this wasn't the ultimate in father/son love, I didn't know what
was.

We fucked each other several more times that night, and every night after
that.  Joey continued to see Chris.  He suggested bringing Chris over some
evening.  As we lay holding each other, we came to the conclusion that the
three of us may be able to get along just fine.

To Be Continued...................

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