Date: Mon, 13 Mar 2017 09:54:39 +0000
From: Tom R <wonderwhystories@hotmail.com>
Subject: Moving in with my Son, Part 6

Moving in with my Son, Part 6.


The week in LA was crazy, I really hit the ground running. Twelve hour
days, three days in a row. I barely had time to eat or sleep, let alone
reflect on the events of the week and weekend before with Jake and Kevin.

My conscious mind didn't have time, anyway. When I did sleep, I had some
pretty intense sex dreams that were no doubt the result of the stuff that I
had yet to truly process. Like most dreams, the details vanished soon after
waking, but I retained flashes of them. Most involved either Jake or Kevin
in some manner. Sometimes both. Sometimes with a woman there, sometimes
not. Two mornings of my stay, I woke up in the hotel bed finding I had shot
a load in my sleep. I hadn't had a wet dream since my 20's so this really
surprised me, though from what I recalled of the dreams it made
sense. Usually I had the impression that, in the dream, I'd been lured into
something sexual, not actively participating at first but then slowly taken
over by lust and desire, reaching some intense high point.

In my brief idle moments during the busy week, I did wonder to myself about
where my sex life was heading. While I had never felt 100% straight the way
some guys seem to be, and wasn't too hung up about labels, I had never been
driven to pursue anything with men, even hookups or casual things. I
suppose I didn't count the jerkoff sessions with my college roommates as
"gay" sex in any way. Only one of them was gay after all, and for me it
just felt more like...guys bonding and just being guys. The occasional bits
of contact, like the three-way that I had told Jake about that day in the
park, were just part of being young and free and horny. Any kind of sex or
eroticism made guys horny to some degree, right?

Initially, the casual openness I had with Jake and Kevin had felt the same
way. Hanging out in underwear or nude at the apartment. Not hiding the fact
that we got hard now and then, or watched porn, or jerked off, or had sex
in our bedrooms (or occasionally in the living room late at night).  But I
had to admit to myself that some of the more recent events crossed into
newer territory. Purposely shooting a load all over my son's boyfriend?
Jerking off with my son in a public park? Watching him be used by guys in
the gym steam room? These were things that some people would certainly
consider far outside "normal" sexual adventures, because of the fact that I
was related to Jake. But for whatever reason, I couldn't bring myself to
care or be bothered by that aspect. And the other events at the gym, right
before I left, were also new territory for me. Getting a blowjob from a guy
for the first time -- let alone one whose age I couldn't really be certain
of, and whose father I had met that same day -- might have been a big deal
for some guys. But it had felt like a natural progression for me somehow,
discovering a new and more kinky part of myself. The fact that my son and
his partner had been there didn't phase me and actually made it both hotter
and more comfortable. The taboo aspects to it turned me on and brought no
shame. Everyone was consenting and enjoying themselves, after all.

So that's where I was at when I wrapped up this fevered rush of work that
had come on unexpectedly. Moments of self-reflection and some release of
tension during sleep had helped me get things in order, but I wasn't sure
what was happening with me and what the future would bring. And that
felt...okay. I had arrived at a place in life where I was ready to go
whatever way the sexual winds blew me, so to speak.

I thought I'd be staying in LA through Friday, but we managed to get
everything taken care of in those first three, super-focused days. On
Thursday afternoon my boss gave me the green light to both head home and
take Friday off. I rushed to change my flight to the last one out for the
night, get back to the hotel, pack and check out. I just barely made the
plane and once I got to my seat I fell asleep almost immediately, from
sheer exhaustion. Apparently we sat on the runway for 90 minutes, so it was
just as well. It's a short flight and the nap wasn't that restful even with
the extra time the delay added. It was pretty late by the time I actually
stepped off the plane.

As I waited for my luggage I realized I hadn't even texted Jake and Kevin
to let them know I'd be back sooner than expected. That wasn't a big deal,
I figured. I got a cab and was just eager to get home and hopefully climb
into my own bed before midnight rolled around. I looked forward to sleeping
in and having the next day off, and maybe even having the apartment to
myself.

As I fumbled with the key at our door, I wondered if the boys would be
up. All of the lights were off in the main part of the apartment. I could
see the bedroom doors were both ajar, with a dim light on in Jake and
Kevin's room. I set my bag down in the living room and wondered if I should
grab a snack or just crash. I started to the kitchen and then thought the
better of it and walked to my bedroom door.

I opened it and was surprised to see my bed occupied by not one but two
people, asleep and tangled in a naked embrace. In the moonlight coming
through the window it took me a moment to make out who they were. I
recognized Kevin first, from his muscular and hairless body as much as from
his face. The other person was a woman, which surprised me. I didn't
recognize her but she was probably around Kevin's age and just as fit. Even
in my confusion I couldn't help but notice that she had great tits and a
gorgeous face. They made quite a picture there on my bed.

But, yeah...that's MY bed! What were they doing there? I realized that I
hadn't let anyone know I was coming home earlier than I had planned, so I
couldn't really be that mad. But still, after a long day and week I had
really been looking forward to a good sleep on my own mattress.

Fuck it, I figured. Not like I was going to wake them up. If Kevin was in
my room then I could go crash with Jake in their room. And the light was on
in there, maybe Jake was still up and could clue me in on what was up. Who
was this chick? Was Jake just chilling in there on his own while Kevin and
her got down to business in my bed? Had Jake joined in? (Not likely, I
thought). Or hey, maybe he was somewhere else tonight and I'd have their
bed to myself?

I quietly approached the boys' bedroom door and pushed it open a little
more, not wanting to wake Jake if he was asleep. But he wasn't, and he had
company too.

Upon poking my head in, I was presented with the sight of Jake and his
partner both laying on their sides, Jake in front. Both their eyes were
closed and they were definitely not asleep. The other guy, I quickly
realized, was Alan -- the same guy who I had encountered in the early
morning hours a while back, during his three-way with Jake and Kevin.

Alan had his hand under Jake's knee and had pulled that leg up almost as
far as it could go, making it easy for his very large cock to access Jake's
ass. And Alan was accessing it pretty well, from what I could see. Since
the foot of the bed was so close to the door, I had a clear view of Jake's
hole getting pounded hard, with Alan's cock pulling almost all the way out
and then slamming back in. A bottle of lube was on the bed next to them and
I could see that Alan's cock was wet and shiny with the substance. They
were both breathing heavy and letting out soft grunts and moans, lost in
the heat of sex but perhaps trying to keep the noise to a minimum.

In my surprise, I stared as Alan's cock pistoned in and out of my son's ass
five or six times. It was even bigger than I remembered from our brief
late-night "encounter" and I was amazed that Jake didn't look the slightest
bit uncomfortable. In fact, he looked like he was in heaven, a dreamy smile
on his face even as he made faint cries of pleasure. Not like I didn't know
he was an experienced bottom, but damn. After a moment, I stepped back away
from the door and returned it to the almost-closed state I had found it
in. Well shit, I thought to myself. I guess it's the couch for me
tonight. That will teach me to give my roommates a heads up the next time I
come home early from a trip.

I wandered into the bathroom, shut the door and turned on the light. After
taking care of business, I stood looking at myself in the mirror, and what
I saw was exhaustion. I splashed some water on my face and then shucked my
clothes, planning to take a quick shower. If I couldn't sleep in my own bed
(or any bed!) I could at least wind down under the hot water. Before I
turned on the shower I realized I'd need a couple things from my
suitcase. I turned around and opened the door to the hallway, and jumped in
surprise when I saw my son standing on the other side.

Jake looked as surprised as me, I think he was about to open the door
himself. "Dad!" he with a gasp, but still at a whisper volume. "You're
back?"

"Yeah, I just got in." I replied, matching his quiet tone. "I'm sorry I
didn't let you guys know, I see you both have been entertaining tonight..."
I smirked as I saw Jake smile, but then actually blush a little. It was
adorable.

"Um...oh, yeah. It's a long story. Alan's here..." Jake started to
explain. I noticed his cock was still half hard and looked red and a little
wet.

"I know. I saw..." I looked at him, still smiling and raising one eyebrow.

Jake's smile got bigger and he laughed for a second looking at the
floor. Then his eyes returned to look into mine as he kept going. "And he
brought his friend Maya who's been chasing after Kevin and, well, yeah I
guess like you said...you saw."

I nodded and reached out to rub Jake's shoulder affectionately. "Yep,
son. It's all good. I was gonna take a shower but I think I'm just going to
crash out on the couch, I am pretty beat. I'll see you in the morning and
I'm sure you can tell me the long version of the story. G'night, buddy."

I pulled him into a hug, forgetting that we were both naked and forgetting
about his turgid state (I might have skipped the hug had I remembered). He
reached around to squeeze me tight, his hands joining together again at the
small of my back. His hard cock, curving downward slightly, slid in between
my right thigh and my balls, a few inches of it rubbing past as we pushed
in closer. His head rested under mine as we nuzzled close for a moment. He
whispered in my ear,

"I'm glad you're back, daddy"

And for a quick moment I felt his lips press on my neck. I'm also pretty
sure I felt a warm throb from Jake's cock which was snaking along my inner
thigh. I could feel his short-trimmed pubes against my balls, and the
feeling tickled a little. The mix of sensations sent a warm feeling through
my own cock, and I could feel it stir a bit.

I pulled out of the hug slowly as I moved to step around Jake and out of
the bathroom. He reached out and grabbed my arm to stop me and said in a
whisper, "Wait, dad."

I looked at him and for a moment he just started at me. "You should just
come crash in here with us," he finally said. "Alan's already passed out
and it's a king. There's room. The couch will just leave you with a sore
neck tomorrow, you know that."

He was right, and I had already been dreading the uncomfortable night ahead
of me. I found myself saying "Sure...yeah" before really thinking about
it. I was really going to share a bed with my son and the guy who had just
been fucking him 10 minutes earlier? Somehow it felt...rude? Like I was
crashing their good time. But it had been Jake's suggestion, and I guess
they were done. We'd all be asleep before too long.

I followed Jake back to his bedroom and took a moment to admire his firm
ass walking in front of me. Exactly the nice, round and slightly bouncy
bubble butt that most guys wanted their own to be. I think I had one for a
couple years in college. Not like I don't get compliments on my rear end
now from both women and men. But nobody ever has an ass like a college kid
in his prime.

As Jake entered the room in front of me, instead of walking around to the
side of the bed he leaned forward and climbed onto the foot of the bed,
crawling up to get himself back next to Alan. Because I had been staring at
my son's ass, my eyes were still focused there as he got on all fours, and
his cheeks parted to reveal the hole that I had seen getting plowed by
Alan's cock a short time ago.

Jake's asshole had that just-fucked look to it, red and a bit raw looking,
still wet and shiny with lube and ... fuck, those were a few wads of cum
matted into the light dusting of fur he had on his inner ass cheeks. He had
probably been heading to the bathroom to clean up, but then saw me and
forgot. As Jake bounced from one knee to the other, moving up toward the
head of the bed, he must have clenched or squeezed something because I saw
a stream of cum ooze out of his ass quickly, almost squirting, and a
generous amount ran down the back of his ball sack and dripped on the bed,
as he leaned in and whispered something to Alan. The whole sight prompted a
quick flash of memory -- Jake in a similar position on the bed, and me
staring at his cummy asshole, but with Alan next to me instead of asleep in
front of me. Alan had grabbed my cock and whispered in my ear about...

"Tom", Jake said as he flipped over onto his back and pushed down the
covers, clearly leaving room for me on the side of the bed Alan wasn't
taking up. "Get in and get comfy."

It surprised me for a minute that Jake used my given name, but then I
remembered that the boys had not told Alan that their roommate (me) was
also Jake's dad. I made a mental note to ask about that, but now was
clearly not the time. Alan was stirring, looking a little dazed after
falling into a post-sex half-sleep. He seemed like an alright guy but I was
glad Jake had taken the middle spot. Crashing naked in bed with my son and
his fuck buddy was already a little awkward and I didn't want to deal with
the movements of a stranger next to me as I tried to get a sound night's
sleep.

As I got settled with Jake on my left, our shoulders were touching and
maybe it was old habit acting up, but I put my arm around Jake. He
immediately nestled in with his head a little lower than mine, right where
my neck and shoulder meet. My son let out a contented sigh and then closed
his eyes.

Alan moved around a little and I looked over in the low light. We made eye
contact and he said, "Hey roomie, nice to see ya again. Don't take all the
cuddle action now..."  Alan moved to lay on his side with the front of his
body pressed against Jake. I looked down and could see Alan's cock, softer
now but still shiny and plumped up, pressed along Jake's hipbone. My son
used his other arm to bring Alan in, and the older man settled his head
next to Kevin's on the pillow. We must have been quite a picture, three
naked dudes nuzzled up together in a big bed, the sheets just covering our
legs. Jake, young and athletic in between two older and hairier guys. Shit,
we could have been the start of a porn clip or something. (Yes, since
moving in, I had quickly become used to seeing gay porn playing on the TV
or one of the boys' laptops at random times.)

It was quiet for a few minutes and I closed my eyes, hoping to drift off
and get the rest my body was craving. At one point I could feel Jake's
breathing change and I opened my eyes a little. Jake still had his eyes
closed and his head on my upper chest and shoulder. Alan's eyes were open
and looking down to where his hand had found its way to Jake's left
nipple. Alan gently played with it, running his fingers around it, tugging
and pinching now and then.

Maybe Jake hadn't cum earlier or maybe he was just a horny kid, but his
cock responded to the sensations pretty quickly. I admit it was hot to
watch my son go from mostly soft to fully hard in just a handful of
seconds, with no one touching his cock. His eyes were still closed as he
let out another deep breath, and I felt him push his face down into my
chest hair a little. Alan noticed Jake's erection spring to life and his
hand quickly slid down from Jake's chest and began gently tugging on my
son's rock hard tool. Jake let out a slow moan but otherwise didn't react
much, aside from the pearl of precum I saw form at the tip of his
cock. With Alan's ministrations, that drop grew to a few small surges that
quickly helped to get Jake's cock nice and slick in the other man's hand.

Alan began to shift his weight and I knew what was about to happen. Sure
enough, his mouth was on Jake's cock a second later and he began to bob up
and down on it like a pro, with his hand still stroking the part of my
son's cock that was not sliding down his throat.

I could feel Jake's hot breath and I could also feel his whole body tensing
up, but he still stayed nestled in with me. I was holding my son close like
I might have when he was a boy, all while he was getting sucked by a guy
about my age. Between the heat of the situation, the smell of sex already
in the room and my own tiredness, I must have been more susceptible to
suggestion than usual, because I saw and felt my own cock thickening as I
watched Alan get all of Jake in his mouth. Jake let out another moan, this
time louder, as Alan deep throated him and stayed pressed into Jake' pelvis
for a moment. Easy to understand why my cock was reacting to the sight --
what guy doesn't appreciate an expert blowjob like that? As it turned out I
was about to be able to answer that for myself.

Alan noticed my hard dick, which I had not reached down to adjust at all,
just a foot away from his face. While his mouth stayed l on Jake's cock,
Alan's hand shifted over to mine. His hand was already slick with spit and
who knows what else, and his slow strokes felt amazing. I didn't even think
about how this was one of the few times another guy had touched my cock, it
just sent shivers through me and all I could do was enjoy the sensations.

Jake must have felt me tense up or relax (I was alternating between both
for a few minutes) and I saw his eyes were now open and staring down at my
cock in Alan's hand. As Alan pulled his head of of Jake's member to take a
breath and lick his lips, he moved around to an even better position and
had a hand on each one of our cocks, stroking us both at the same pace,
Like Jake, my eyes were fixated on the scene before me, with us both being
jerked off and Alan's face looking like he had died and gone to heaven. My
son and I did have great cocks, I reflected.

While I probably should have expected it, I was still shocked when Alan
decided to plunge one of our thick tools back into his mouth, this time
mine! The feeling of sudden pleasure and warm wetness rocked me and I
couldn't help but yell out an incomprehensible string of sounds that
tapered off into a moan.

My head was leaning back as I did this, and for a moment I forgot where I
was. Jake put his hand over my mouth for a moment, the gesture reminding me
that there were people asleep in the other room. It was odd since we
normally didn't care too much about being loud, but I was too wrapped up in
the sensations to care.

Jake's fingers lingered on my lips for a quick second, before I felt his
hand move down to rub my chest. His fingers traced slowly through the hair
as I adjusted to the fact that I was getting a damn good blowjob, only the
second one in my life from another dude. My son moved his head and I could
feel his hot breath on my neck, right by my ear. He whispered in the
faintest of voices,

"I want you to cum, daddy," he said quickly, and then followed it after a
moment with "You've earned it."

Jake's hand moved from rubbing my chest to pinching my nipples, first one
and then the other. He also started lightly kissing my neck, just barely
brushing his lips across a small area below my ear, almost at my
jawline. Brushing his lips, but I could feel the wet pressure of his tongue
a little, too.

In my exhausted state, there was no hope of controlling my release. Jake's
lips on my neck were like an electric shock, and along with the nipple
action it pushed me right to the edge and I felt myself go over. Alan had
barely been sucking me off and I was about to lose my nut right in his
mouth. He probably felt my balls tense up and he backed most of the way off
my cock, so that just the head and about another half inch were inside him
as I started to unload. Feeling his tongue right there at my cockhead as I
came was an amazing sensation, his hand still stroking me to keep the
intensity going.

I know I moaned loudly but Jake didn't try to cover my mouth this time. He
had picked up his intensity on the neck kissing as my orgasm rocked me, his
hand working my tensing pectoral muscle passionately. In my flashes of
thought as my brain overloaded, I remember wondering if this counted as a
three-way, and if Jake had hoped this would happen when he invited me into
the bed with him and Alan. I didn't care about the answers and the
questions disappeared from my mind a second later as I began to come down
from the intensity of losing my load. I felt Jake break his face away from
the side of my head, and with my half open eyes I saw that he seemed to be
reaching out to Alan with his hand.

Jake either prompted Alan to move closer, or perhaps he just grabbed the
back of Alan's hair. Either way, the older man's upper body quickly came
back up to join us, and Jake pulled Alan into a deep and sudden kiss just
inches away from my own face. I hadn't seen Jake kiss anyone but Kevin in
years, so maybe it did surprise me a little bit, but mainly because it
happened so fast. Alan's hand moved back to Jake's cock, leaving mine to
slowly recover.

A moment of watching the two men kiss deeply, right in front of me, was
enough for me to see what was else was happening. The two of them were not
just wrestling tongues and enjoying each others' lips -- I could see that
Alan was sharing the load in his mouth with my son. Jake was being fed his
own dad's cum by the man whose talented mouth had just pulled it out of
me. A few drops escaped their lip lock and were running down Jake's cheek.

I was transfixed by the scene and especially the intensity that quickly
seemed to build within Jake. As he got fed by Alan's mouth, his eyes
remained closed but he took quick breaks to moan and make even more
primitive sounds of pleasure. Alan was slowly stroking Jake's meat and I
think he was surprised to see and feel cum start to pour heavily from the
tip of Jake's cock, dripping out across both my stomach and Jake's. Jake
moaned loudly, increasing the intensity of his kiss with Alan as a few more
rivulets of my load found their way out and down his chin. My son's orgasm
was clearly all-consuming for him in that moment, and I wondered if it was
the cum-swapping that did him in, or just the fact that I was there with
them.

As things subsided for both me and Jake, the two of them finally pulled
apart and Alan settled back in. We all were a little breathless as we
resumed much of the same positioning we had been in before Alan had kicked
things off. With the intensity subsiding and strong arms holding one
another, we all quickly drifted off to sleep. I wish I could have
remembered a little more about those tender moments of afterglow, but it
had been a long day and an unexpectedly draining night.

When I woke up the next morning, I was alone in the bed. Disoriented for a
moment, I could hear kitchen sounds and faint voices from out in the
apartment. There was lots of light coming through the window, more than I
was used to. The boys' window faced the same direction as the one in my
room -- why was it so bright? I looked over at the clock and realized it
was almost 10am. I had the day off so there wasn't any concern about being
late, but I figured I'd get up and see what was cooking -- something sure
smelled good.

As I stood up I realized I didn't have any clothes, either on my body or in
this room. I stepped out into the hallway and slipped into my own
bedroom. I was surprised to find my bed made up with clean sheets, and my
suitcase and travel bag on the bed. The room was tidy -- probably cleaner
than I had left it, really -- with no sign of the occupants from the
previous night. As I pulled on some shorts, I wondered if Alan and the girl
(what was her name?) were still here.

A quick stop in the bathroom to freshen up made me notice, in the mirror,
the dried cum in my stomach hair. Jake's. I started to try and work it out
with my fingers but figured I would just shower soon anyway and so just let
it be. Shirtless, I emerged into the main part of the apartment to find
Jake and Kevin, equally shirtless, putting the finishing touches on a
pancake breakfast. There was no one else but the three of us. They both
wished me a good morning and I was ushered to a chair with a glass of juice
and a full plate placed in front of me, before I knew what was happening.

We all scarfed down the tasty flapjacks, one of Kevin's many breakfast
specialties, and caught up on things from the past few days. They asked
about my trip, I asked about school and work. I got to hear some of the
details, both innocent and sordid, of their night with Alan and Maya. It
sounded like fun, but Kevin mentioned he was disappointed that Maya's
fixation on him had kept it from being a "real four-way", whatever that
meant. Jake just shrugged that off and said,

"Well, I had a fun night," as he poked at the last few bites of his
pancakes.

"Yeah, well..." started Kevin, eyeing me with a sly grin, "Alan always
knows just how to drive you wild, and I'm sure your...'special dessert'
helped end the night the right way."

Jake looked up at me for a second and I swear I saw him blush as his eyes
went back down to his plate. It actually took me a moment to realize what
Kevin was referring to with his comment, and then I wondered what their
conversation had been like before I woke up. I know Kevin likes hearing
every detail about sexual adventures and I can only imagine his reaction to
Jake being fed my load by their fuck buddy.

No more was said about the previous night's adventures and conversation
turned back to more practical matters. As Kevin started clearing the table,
he surprised us both by saying he had some exciting news.

"There's a big chef's conference in town next week. My dad called this
morning and he got us both VIP passes, pulled some strings last minute,"
Kevin said, excitement in his eyes. "Dad had talked about coming for this
conference a few months ago, but then had some schedule conflicts. I guess
things changed and now he can make it! It's been almost a year since I've
seen him and I can't wait for you guys to meet, Tom."

"That's excellent, Kev", Jake added. "It will be great to have him in town
for a whole week." My son went on to say that while he'd met Kevin's dad,
Brent, several times before, it was always during quick one or two night
trips, usually getting drinks in the bar of the hotel where Brent was
staying. The boys had yet to make the trip to Miami together, where Brent
lived, but hoped to do that during the upcoming summer.

"Admit it, Jake, you're just hoping to stare at my dad strutting around in
nothing but a swimsuit all day!" Kevin laughed. He looked at me and just
said, "Jakey's got a bit of a thing for my dad, Tom."

"Oh come on...I just made a few comments after I first met him!" Jake
protested as he got up and grabbed the remaining dishes. Then, brushing off
the teasing, he asked "So where's your dad staying this time, babe? The W?
The Fairmont?"

"Actually," Kevin said, turning around to look us both in the eye, his face
wearing its trademark mischievous expression, "Since most of his favorite
spots were all booked up, I told him he should just sat here with us. I
hope you guys don't mind..."

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