Date: Sat, 3 Oct 2015 18:05:27 +0000
From: Tom R <wonderwhystories@hotmail.com>
Subject: Moving In With My Son, chapter 1

Moving in with my son, Part One
Themes/Categories: Incest, Adult Friends

I was a single guy in my late 40's living on my own in LA, working for a
semi-hip technology and media company and pretty much loving life. My son
moved out a few years ago for college and is living on his own now up in
the Bay Area. I missed him terribly sometimes but he was happy and doing
well and we talk often. His mom passed away when he was young and while it
took us both a while to heal, we got through it to together and life went
on.

I was at an interesting point in my life and career. I broke up with my
last girlfriend about six months ago when I realized, after a year, that it
was going nowhere. We were basically just friends who fucked and we parted
amicably. I'd dated a little since but nothing serious. Work was taking up
a good amount of my time and I liked it but was starting to feel like I
needed a change. So when my boss, the CEO, offered me a chance to open up a
new office in San Francisco I jumped at the chance. It was a little bit
uncertain since the contract was only for six months, no guarantee that
we'd keep doing business up there but everyone hoped it would turn into
something longer term. Work had been the only thing keeping me tied down in
LA, and I was excited at the chance to see my son more if I moved
closer. So once things were firmed up I gave my son Jake a call to give him
the good news.

"Dad, you're really moving up here??" he said on my laptop screen, looking
excited. "That's great! Even if it's only for half a year, I'm gonna love
having you close by. Kevin, did you hear that?"

My son's boyfriend walked by in the background and leaned in to the
camera. "Hey Tom!" he said and waved. "Congrats on the news! Looking
forward to having you over for dinner, buddy! When do you head up here?"

"At the end of the month" I answered. "So I've gotta get a place sorted out
pretty quick here! Let me know if you guys hear of any good sublets. I'll
look on Craigslist and see about contacting some rental agencies." Kevin
smiled and went back to whatever he had been doing, and Jake and I talked
more about the thing that everyone in the Bay Area talks about these days
-- how fucking expensive it is to live there. Even with my good salary and
subletting my condo in Westwood, I was looking at spending half my month's
income on rent. Manageable, but I wanted to at least find a nice place,
hopefully even a two-bedroom so I could have a little extra space. But I
was willing to settle for less if it meant I'd be in SF itself and not
across the bay or down the peninsula.

I'll be honest, I was looking forward to meeting some women my age who
weren't racing to look 25 like most everyone in LA seems to be. The times
I'd been up to visit Jake since he started school at SF State, I was often
distracted by the totally different style and vibe of the women up there,
and had had a few one-nighters that left me wanting more. Last time I had
visited, a few months ago, I'd stayed with Jake and Kevin, just after they
had moved in together. I had met a nice and attractive woman at a bar and
we had quite a few drinks and were both pretty clear where the night was
heading. I guess my she and I made more noise than we thought after
stumbling home and into the spare bedroom at 3am. We thought we were
fucking quietly but we thought wrong. Jake and Kevin had teased us the next
morning as I walked her to the door, and continued to mercilessly but
lovingly razz me for the rest of the day.

Since I was familiar with their neighborhood, Jake was telling me about a
couple `for rent' signs around and he started doing some searches to
determine the addresses. Then Kevin, from the kitchen, said something I
couldn't understand and Jake asked me to hold on. He muted the audio and
got up from the desk. When he came back he was smiling big and Kevin came
over and leaned in next to him to look at me too. Side by side they were
both smiling, and I took half a second to feel happy that my son had found
such a great guy. I had met Kevin a handful of times since they started
dating a year or so ago, and from the beginning was stunned at how well
they seemed to click. And not just them! Kevin was super friendly and
good-hearted and he and I got along great as well.

So perhaps I shouldn't have been surprised when jake said, "Dad...we'd like
you to go ahead and move in here with us. The second bedroom's yours if you
want it! Chip in on rent and utilities and that's it...better than any deal
you'll find on Craigslist for sure!" I was surprised and a bit speechless
for a moment. While I had been looking forward to seeing my son more, the
thought of moving in with him hadn't even crossed my mind. My company would
pay for a hotel for a few weeks if I didn't have something set up by the
time I needed to start work, so I wouldn't even have had to stay with them
temporarily. "Son...Jake...I'm touched. But are you guys sure? You just
moved in together and do you really want your old man crashing your love
nest? You don't have to do this, really..."

"Dad, it's okay! It actually would help a lot right now to get a break on
the rent, and you know you're going to be over here all the time for
Kevin's cooking anyway! And look...it's not like it's forever. If your
thing up here becomes permanent and you're going to stay for good then you
can find a place of your own. But it'll be easier if you're already
here. You and I lived together for 18 years, I think we can handle six
months!"

I was still shocked but already warming up to the idea. "Kevin," I said,
looking at my son's boyfriend's grinning mug. "Are YOU sure about this?
There's really no pressure and..."

"Dude!" he said, somehow smiling even bigger. "This was MY idea! You know
I'm head over heels for your boy here and I really wanna get to know his
family better. And you're clean and considerate and I'm really not worried
about it. Just uh..." he paused as he started to crack up. "...let us know
next time you're gonna bring home a screamer, so we can put in some
earplugs." They both busted up laughing. I was clearly never going to live
that one down.

=====

Twenty-two days later, I was standing in my new bedroom! Well, not totally
new. I had stayed in that room once before when visiting, but then it had
been "Jake and Kevin's spare room" and their boxes were stacked in the
corner. Now it was my room, and my boxes stacked in the corner! And only
two boxes. Other than clothes and some personal items, I hadn't needed to
bring that much. I had a queen size bed, a dresser, night table and Kevin
had even found a small desk for me at an estate sale. "You can't jerk off
to straight porn in our living room, Tom", he had told me,
chuckling. "House rules! So I wanted to make sure you had a place for your
computer that was nice and private."

I could already tell we were going to have lots of fun. In many ways this
was going to be like my college days. I spent my junior and senior year in
a 3 bedroom house in Silverlake (before it was "cool") with two of my best
buddies. Jose, Max and I had a blast those two years and stayed roommates
for a while even after graduating. Eventually I met Jake's mom and moved in
with her, Max went off to law school in New York, and Jose met the man of
his dreams (who happened to be stinking rich) and left to travel the
world. So we all had happy endings, but I often longed for those days and
was excited to maybe have the same vibe going again.

Having had a close gay friend and roommate actually served me very well
when Jake came out to me as a young teenager. I can't say his revelation
surprised me, but I was happy that i could be a dad without any fears or
prejudices, just loving and supportive. And because my college buddies and
I were all pretty raunchy and carefree talking about our sex lives, I was
able to give Jake a pretty good "facts of life" talk that covered the
basics of what he'd need to know as a gay man. As he got older and started
dating and figuring things out for himself, I like to think he benefitted
from my balance of love, encouragement and occasional
overprotectiveness. He's told me as much in the last few years -- that only
when talking to other gay and lesbian friends he realized how lucky he
was. And I think it all contributed to how close we remain today, and why I
was so easily invited to move into his home!

The first few days in the new place were interesting. On my only previous
visit to their place earlier in the year, which lasted about 5 days, I
think Jake and Kevin were on their best behavior, since I was
"company". Pretty quickly I noticed that they were more relaxed around me
this time and quickly worked me into their joking banter, which was at
times filled with playful insults, dirty jokes and weird pop culture
references. I could roll with the jabs and raunchy talk, but I knew it
might take me while to get all the video game and comic book stuff
down. Which of course meant that they just called me an old fart who was
out of touch, etc. So all good fun.

Another eye opener was that they both tended to wear very little around the
house. They were often shirtless and sometimes just in their underwear,
which ran the whole spectrum from boxers to skimpy briefs, and everything
in between. Most of their underwear seemed fairly high-end designer stuff
that I wasn't familiar with, but they assured me that my own Calvin Klein
boxer briefs were stylish enough to pass muster in their house. I wasn't
bothered by their lack of modesty, and again it mainly took me back to the
college years -- it's just how any group of guys are when you all live
together, no matter who you like to fuck. Usually I was just shirtless with
some shorts or jeans on in my own house, but after a few days with the boys
I found myself relaxing in my Calvins while watching evening TV too.

Both of them were in pretty fantastic shape, working out 4-5 times a week
at their gym up the street, and Kevin often went running as well. Jake has
more of a swimmer's build, lean and toned, but I noticed he'd been packing
on muscle in the chest and arms lately, Probably inspired by Kevin who had
a broader chest and was more naturally built big. I was somewhere in
between and was thankful my job perks included membership at a national
chain gym, which was not far from my new office. I had to keep up with
these boys, and seeing them run around half naked all the time was a good
motivator to keep up my own fitness regimen.

Their place was decent sized, with a separate dining room and family
spacious living room. But there was only one bathroom which took some
adjustments those first few days. With Jake in school and working as a
bartender a few nights a well, Kevin (who just graduated) working odd hours
as a chef's apprentice, and me trying to start up a new office, none of us
had a consistent schedule from day to day. So it seemed like someone was
always needing to get ready to go when another one of us was just getting
home. A few days of constant knocking on the bathroom door got old, so we
quickly sat down and decided -- if you're taking a shit, lock the
door. Anything else, leave it unlocked and be cool if someone comes
in. Even though it was a small bathroom, there were two sinks so it was
possible for the three of us to be getting ready at the same time if needed
(assuming someone was in the shower). And while I don't like to perpetuate
stereotypes...man, these guys had me set up good with skin care products
and grooming supplies. "No wonder you guys need help with the rent!", I
joked one day. "You spend it all on products and and creams and shit!"

"Listen, Tom. Pantene and Irish Spring doesn't cut it here! Only the best
for us, and for our paying guests!" Kevin said, the first morning we were
getting ready at the same time. He had just stepped out of the shower and I
had woken up and was getting ready to shave at the sink. Kevin was wrapped
in a towel and fixing his hair in the mirror. I was in some boxers and
splashing some water on my face to help me wake up. I reached for my
shaving cream and suddenly Kevin grabbed my wrist. "Hold up, daddy-o! Why
don't you give this stuff a try". He reached over and handed me a bottle of
shaving oil, some brand name that I didn't recognize. "It's way better than
shaving cream, you don't use as much and since it's clear you can actually
see what you're doing."

"Huh" I muttered as I dispensed a little bit into my hand and started to
rub it on my face. "It sure smells nice...  How long have you been using
this stuff?"

"A couple years," Kevin answered. "An old flame turned me onto it when I
decided I wanted to start shaving my chest."

I turned and looked at him, a little surprised. "Wow, Kev, I have to say
that you had me fooled...you've been running around with no shirt on since
I moved in here and I never noticed any stubble anywhere. I figured you
were naturally that hairless. Do you shave every day?"

"Yup! Head to toe! I'm not that hairy but I like how it feels to be totally
smooth. I leave a little in my pits but that's really it! And with the
shaving oil there's never any irritation or cuts...it's good stuff."  As he
said that he was rubbing his smooth cheek with one hand and his chest and
well-defined six pack with the other. And he was right...he had a towel on
but from what I could see, the only hair below his eyebrows and the top of
his head was some little tufts in under his arms.

"Head to toe, eh?" I said, playfully raising one eyebrow and slightly
grinning as a returned to shaving, but kept eye contact with Kevin in the
mirror.

Kevin cracked a big smile and said "you know it buddy!" and then surprised
me by whipping off his towel. I looked over and, lo and behold, Kevin was
shaved bare, no pubes at all...nothing on his balls, or legs either. I had
seen his ass plenty of times already since moving in but hadn't ever taken
note of what was going on in the front, I guess. Which was difficult to
imagine now that I was actually noticing because FUCK. This guy's cock was
impressive. He wasn't hard at all (well, maybe a little?) but it hung thick
and plump there between his smooth testicles, which were also impressive. I
figured it was about five inches soft. He was circumcised and the head was
a deep purple color, as thick as the rest of his meat.

He ran his hand over the area where his pubic hair would have been and said
"Feels so nice! And Jakey loves having me smooth like this..." he stammered
after saying that, his smile faded a little, and he looked slightly
alarmed. Clearly he had just remembered he wasn't just talking to his
buddy, but also to the father of the guy he was fucking.

I chuckled and quickly tried to ease his discomfort. "Ha, Kev, don't worry
about saying shit like that. We're all good here. Believe me I've been
stumbling across Jake's porn stashes and browser history since he was a
teenager, I know he's into shaved guys."

Kevin looked relieved and slapped me on the back. "Cool, cool, Tom. And
hey...eyes up here buddy!" he said as he gestured at his face. I realized
that even as I'd reassured him about his comments, I was still staring at
his junk. I looked up at him and he just winked at me. "Enjoy the shaving
oil, man, and feel free to use it any time! I'll grab you your own bottle
next time I get some." He then playfully slapped my ass (a first for that),
tossed his towel in the hamper and exited the bathroom. I let myself stare
for a moment at his tight, muscled ass as he walked away. Gotta bump up the
levels on the stairmaster if I wanna keep up with these boys, I thought to
myself. I had a nice ass but damn, nothing that looked like that.

In the following days, I couldn't help but notice that Kevin seemed to
enjoy being fully nude around me more often. Nothing that seemed out of the
ordinary given how casual we all were around the house anyway, but it was
still enough of a change for me to think his level of comfort had
increased. Mainly just in the mornings after waking up and milling about
the house (we all preferred to sleep nude, we had quickly realized). And
sometimes after showering in the evening or after a run, he'd be strutting
around in the buff. It didn't turn me on or anything, but I appreciated the
male form and he was a sight to see.

Not that Jake was any less of a specimen in that area. He didn't shave
bare, but like me he kept his moderate body hair trimmed pretty close and
it balanced out his otherwise youthful looks in a nice way. Especially in
his designer briefs, at times he looked like he could have just stepped out
of an ad for one of those underwear companies. He seemed more at ease about
being totally naked around the house too. Since I had noticed Kevin's
endowments I also couldn't help but assess my son's assets as well. He was
hung nicely too, not quite as long as mine (at least soft), maybe about 4"
but a little thicker than me. His pubes were neatly trimmed and blended
nice with the smattering of hair on his stomach. His ass was lightly hairy
as well and had a nice bounce to it when he walked.

I decided I'd go ahead and not worry about nudity around the house much
either. Sometimes I'd toss on my "around the house" boxers when I woke up,
before heading to the bathroom or to eat breakfast. Other times...I
wouldn't. I realized that both Kevin and Jake might feel a little
differently about it that I did about them, seeing as they were actually
attracted to men and all. But I thought back to my conversations with my
old roommate Jose who said I shouldn't feel weird being naked around gay
guys. "Listen Tommy" he had said at the time "If you see me or any other
dudes checking you out, it's a compliment. Guys should always feel
comfortable being naked around other guys and admiring each others'
bodies. It's not always sexual, it's like a bonding and camaraderie thing,
you know?" He, Max and I would often hang naked at home, and even took a
few weekend trips to hot springs resorts back in the day, where most people
went nude. Eventually we got to the point where boners in front of each
other weren't a big deal, which was a level of friendship I had never had
before. We were more demure when we had guests over of course, but it was
part of the reason I felt so tight with those guys. If this ended up being
something similar with Jake and Kevin (and it was already starting to feel
that way) then I wasn't going to question it or worry about the fact that
one of them was my son, or that they were a couple.

The first time Jake woke up and walked into the kitchen to find me standing
there stark naked eating my Corn Flakes, his eyes got a little big and then
he chuckled. He was naked himself. He smiled. laughed and said "Glad to see
you've made yourself at home, dad!" I faked confusion and said "What do you
mean? Because I'm not eating my cereal at the table?" He rolled his eyes
and went to get his own bowl of cereal.

"Seriously though", he said as he poured milk into his bowl, "Kevin
mentioned that he loves how you're just so cool with everything...and you
are, you know? I've said it before, but I don't know anyone else whose dad
is so 100% comfortable with them being gay that they'd not only move in
with their son and his lover, but hang out naked or whatever. Is it weird?
I dunno...but I'm just saying it makes me feel happy. I'm really glad
you're here, dad". He surprised me with a half hug, that was semi-awkward
given that we were both naked and I was holding a bowl of cereal in one
hand. But not as awkward as I would have thought.

"I'm glad too, Jake" I said. "Besides, now that I've had a chance to see
all of Kevin, I understand even more why you love him so much!" I grinned
and made a teasing face, to make it clear what I was referring to.

Jake smiled big himself. "Yeah well, you know I've always been kind of a
size queen, and I love his body. He fucks me just the way I like it, hard
and deep, but that's just one of the many reasons he's the man for me."

Hearing Jake say that so casually was a little shocking to me -- "he fucks
me just the way I like it, hard and deep" -- but I guess it shouldn't
have. It had just been a good while since he had spoken so openly about his
sex life with me. Since he moved out, I guess. But thinking back, he's been
pretty open with me since the beginning, and because of that I was able to
be a better dad to him.

~~~~~

Even before his first time, when we talked about sex Jake seemed clear that
he thought he'd like bottoming more. He told me he had his best orgasms
masturbating when he was fingering himself and stimulating his prostate
(though when he first told me this he didn't quite have the knowledge to
describe it that way). And after his first time -- a few days after it
happened, when he told me about it -- he said he liked it, but I could tell
he was conflicted. So I encouraged him to just be open with me, and let him
know I was here to help if he wanted to talk. And he did talk, much to my
surprise. The boy he had been with, a friend from his soccer team, was also
pretty inexperienced. They used lots of lube and Jake said it wasn't as
painful as he thought it would be. But what made them both uncomfortable
was, as Jake put it, "how dirty and smelly it was". It sounded like that
kind of ruined things for them both, ultimately. At one point Jake seemed
like he was about ready to cry and I had to reassure him that it was
totally normal, and that anal sex wasn't always going to be as clean and
simple as they made it look in porn.

That conversation happened in the morning, and I told him we'd talk more
that night, and sent him off to school feeling a little better. But I was
determined to get him on the right track so the next time would be better
for him. On my lunch break I headed over to a sex shop in West Hollywood to
get Jake some supplies. After looking at the enema kits I realized I could
get what I really needed at Walgreen's for much cheaper. Most of the
equipment at this shop was expensive and needlessly embellished, and the
packages were heavy on the fetish imagery. I didn't want to scare him,
after all. This was actually my first time in a gay sex shop (though I had
been in plenty of shops that catered to all audiences) and I was a little
surprised at the lack of "vanilla" stuff available. But whatever, I
thought. It's not like the stuff I need has to come from here. As I turned
around to head out I found myself face to face with a wall of
cocks. Dildos, that is. And I realized that it would probably be good for
Jake to have something to practice with at home besides his fingers (or,
god forbid, some household item). So I found one that seemed
small-to-medium sized and had some handsome porn star on the box. I grabbed
some lube and took it all up to the cash register. The guy behind the
counter was a little older than me and quite a bit more hairy and
muscular. His cotton shirt was almost totally unbuttoned and he looked up
from his magazine, at me, and then down at my items.

"Hey buddy," he said, and I could tell he was trying to turn on the
charm. "This it?"

"Yup", I said with a polite smile.

"Huh...you know I would have thought you could take something a little
bigger than this. You sure you don't wanna get something a little
more...robust?" And he made a face at me that maybe was supposed to be
flirty, but just came off as awkward. I think he might have been stoned or
something.

Trying to deflect his weirdness, I said "Oh...no, it's... not for me, it's
for someone else. My son. He's just getting started with all this". I
quickly realized there was no reason to be giving this guy more details,
but it was too late.

"Oh, nice buddy...I love the dad/son dynamic, getting your guy all trained
up. Trained a few sons myself in my day". He chuckled to himself and it
looked like he was reaching down to grope his crotch, but I wasn't
interested in what was going on down there. And he still was making no move
toward doing the actual transaction I was there for.

"That's great, man." I said, trying to be nice. "Could you ring me out for
this stuff?"

"Sure, man, sure..." he said lazily as he finally started working the cash
register. "You should bring your boy in with you next time...I could give
you guys some advice and show you some other items to help you with his
training".

"Oh, no I don't think so" I said, anxious to wrap this up and trying to
keep it light. "He's 15 so I'm sure he's not even allowed in here anyway,
heh" I said, with a small fake laugh.

The guy stopped and stared at me with his eyes getting bigger. "Fifteen,
buddy? Wow...so, wait...are you talking about your actual son? Like you're
his real dad?"

"Um...yeah?" I replied.

"Well shit...buddy you can bring him in here anytime you want. I'll toss
the `closed' sign up on the door and we can try out whatever you wanna
try. I'm up for that anytime." He was getting way more intense and I made
the mistake of looking down, if only to break eye contact. What I saw was
that aside from his mostly open shirt, he was only wearing a pair of bright
orange, extremely short shorts. And his hand was groping an obscenely huge
erection. So huge, in fact, that the head and about an inch of the shaft
was sticking out of the leg hole. He had a Prince Albert piercing and due
to the repeated squeezing his was giving his member, precum was steadily
oozing out of the slit and running down the chrome of his ring.

"Uh...right. Probably not, listen, keep the change" I said as I tossed $60
onto the counter and grabbed the dildo and lube. I made a mental note to
stay away from that place in the future, and got back in the car. Needless
to say, my transaction at Walgreens was much less eventful, with the older
lady not batting an eye at my purchase of the Johnson & Johnson enema bulb.

That night when Jake got home I sat him down and we talked about how he can
clean himself out before sex. He seemed really relieved. "I thought that we
were doing it wrong" he said. "But this makes sense...how do you know about
all this, dad? Did your gay friends tell you about this stuff?"

I smiled and thought about telling him the college-era story of when Max
and I found Jose's "cleaning equipment" that he'd accidentally left in the
shower we all shared, and made him tell us about how it all worked. But
ended up just saying "Yeah, that's how I learned about some of it. But you
know Jake, straight people have anal sex too. And some of the women I've
been with in my life really liked it, so this was part of my sex life too,
in a way." I refrained from mentioning that his mom had been one of those
women who loved it in her ass.

Jake seemed to take in this new knowledge with interest. Then he looked at
the dildo and his face tuned a little more mischievous. "Thanks for this
too...I'm kind of both excited and scared about this, but I think it'll be
pretty ...um... fun."

"I just want you to be able to explore your own self and figure our what
you like. It will make you a better partner and also help you keep yourself
happy. Just remember to keep it clean and put it away when you're done. I
don't want your grandma finding that when she visits". We both laughed.

~~~~~

Jogging me from my trip down memory lane, Jake said, "Well I had better
shower and get ready for school. What are you up to today, dad?"

"Since it's my first real day off in a week, and really since moving in, I
have plans to do nothing at all. I'm exhausted, son, and just wanna relax!"

"Nice, dad" he said as be slapped me on the shoulder and walked past toward
the bathroom. "You've earned it. I can't believe you've only been here a
week! Just already feels normal in a lot of ways. Enjoy your day!"

Jake left about 30 minutes later, and for the first time I had the place to
myself.  While in my bedroom, I had heard Kevin come in from an early shift
at work and then quickly leave again, shortly before Jake left. I didn't
know when he'd be back but it was nice to put on my own music and just
enjoy the space for a while. I unpacked my last few things and did some
cleaning.

I set up my laptop at the small desk in my room and remembered Kevin's
comment about watching porn, and realized I'd been so busy it had been days
since I'd jerked off. And what better time than the present? I pulled up my
chair, shucked off my boxers and found a couple of my best "go to" video
files. One of my favorites was a scene where this really hot brunette chick
was servicing two guys, and they kept switching ends, with one getting
blown while the other fucked her in the pussy or ass. They'd swap every few
minutes and she seemed to get more horny each time. Eventually they shoved
both their cockheads in her mouth for a while, and then she turned around
and they got busy trying variations on double penetration. That's usually
what sent me over the edge, especially the double anal.

I was really enjoying the video when all of a sudden I heard Kevin's voice
saying "Hey Tom I was gonna clean up and run to the grocery store and...oh,
shit..."

I looked over and Kevin was standing in my doorway (which I realized
belatedly that I had not closed), wearing nothing but some small running
shorts, his body covered in sweat. He must have been out on a long run. I
had left music playing in the living room and so hadn't heard him come in
the front door.

I was a little shocked but didn't really move to cover up (there wasn't
much I could do in that regard anyway). So I just said "Uh...hey
Kevin. Shit, I should have closed my door, sorry". I wasn't that
embarrassed, but was more worried that he'd be embarrassed. Not every day
you catch your boyfriend's dad with a wet hardon, jerking off to porn. But
given how quickly we'd fallen into a roommate/buddy vibe, I should have
know he wouldn't care.

"Ha, no worries, Tommy. I know you haven't had much time to yourself
lately. That looks like a fucking hot video too..." he said as his eyes
moved to my screen. "Double anal, huh? And that's some hot pussy too..."

I wasn't sure what to make of that last comment, so I just said "Uh, yeah
it's one of my favorites."

Kevin looked unsure for a moment and then said "You know...I was planning
on rubbing one out in the shower anyway. You mind if I join you?"

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Comments? Questions? Requests? I have some more chapters of this story
planned out, and I'd love to hear your feedback and encouragement.

Sorry there's no actual sex in this first part but hopefully I've set the
stage in an erotically charged way.

Email me if you want, at wonderwhystories@hotmail.com