Date: Sat, 10 Sep 2011 13:40:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tom Borden <tombor99@yahoo.com>
Subject: "No Secrets"

No Secrets
Tom Borden


I recently had an interesting and revealing experience with my father, who
not long ago celebrated his 65th birthday.  I am 35 years old and the
youngest of three children, all boys.  I also have three sons of my own.

I provided each of my sons, as they entered their teenage years, a rather
tepid talk on the facts of life--how babies are born, male and female
anatomy, etc.  This was considered the rather modern thing to do for boys
at that age.  It was a talk my father never gave to any of his own three
sons--me included--leaving us to gather all our sexual misinformation
from our playground friends.  It occasionally seemed to me that Dad wanted
to enlighten us about the Facts of Life, but just never found the right
moment or the opportunity to do so.

Shortly after turning 65, Dad was found to have prostate cancer.  He did
intense research on the various treatments available, but after great
deliberation, decided to have the prostate removed altogether through
robotic surgery.  Several months later, following his recovery, however, he
fell and broke his hip, necessitating a hip replacement.  Being a
particularly strong and healthy man otherwise, he recovered from both his
surgeries, according to his surgeons, in record time.

Dad and I were always close . . . as close as most fathers and sons.  In
fact, being his youngest, I liked to entertain the notion that I was his
favorite son.  I'm not sure why I believed that.  We'd always talked a lot
about a lot of things, but never about anything really personal.  When he
was still working, he frequently took me with him on business trips, and I
just enjoyed being with him.

But let me get back to the interesting and revealing experience I recently
had with Dad some time after he'd been through both the prostate and hip
surgeries.  He had been invited to attend a ceremony in Chicago where he
was to receive an award for some breakthrough process he'd devised for his
company just before he retired.

Following dinner one evening, we sat quietly in our hotel room, with me
half-heartedly reading the newspaper, and Dad engrossed in some business
journal.  Soon, I put my paper down and looked at him.  I wondered how a
man of 65 could look so healthy.  So hale and hearty, especially after
having gone under the knife, so to speak, so recently.  He'd always been a
strikingly handsome man and was known by all to have an enormously
appealing and ingratiating personality.

"Dad, I'm curious," I said.  "Your two surgeries were both serious
procedures in a way.  Which one bothered you the most?  I mean which one
was more painful and involved the hardest recovery?"

Dad closed and put his journal aside.  He smiled as though he was glad we
were about to have a conversation.

"That's hard to say, really.  The recovery was kind of difficult with each
of them, but the Doc said I snapped back from both in good time."

"Dad, we didn't talk about this before your prostate surgery, but did you
ever consider radiation or seeding, rather than having your prostate
removed altogether?  I know some guys are advised by their doctors to
simply wait and watch since it isn't a fast growing cancer."

Dad shook his head.  "I saw a slew of specialists and weighed all the
alternatives, son.  The cancer hadn't spread and robotic surgery was the
best one for me."

"But Dad," I said.  "losing your prostate is losing a piece of your body.
An important piece of any man's body."

Dad laughed.  "Eric, I'm no longer interested in creating more kids at this
age.  As you must know, that's the only thing the prostate is good for.
Nothing's changed for me."

"Well, in a way," I said, "I suppose not, but I don't understand why you're
not changed in some way after losing that important organ."

"You have to realize, Eric, that robotic surgery does not involve cutting a
guy open with a big incision that allows the surgeon to go in and slash
away.  Robotic surgery is done through tiny holes in the abdomen in which
small cameras and instruments are inserted.  The surgeon can be guided by
what he and his assistants see on a monitor---a perfect view of what
they're cutting.  In this way, cutting of vital nerves can be avoided."

"Well, Dad, nerves are always cut during surgery."

Dad turned in his chair to face me.  His face seemed a little flushed and
his voice quavered a bit.  "Eric, I know we haven't talked about this sort
of thing.  You know, personal stuff and all that.  But you're 35 now, and I
think you may be old enough to hear some things from me that you might not
expect."

Dad thought he was making a little joke, but I was still confused and
didn't know what he meant.

Dad looked out the window and spoke very slowly.  "The nerves I'm talking
about are those that give a man . . . you know . . . an erection.  Also
those that bring a man to . . . you know . . . orgasm.  Because of my
robotic surgery, those nerves were not damaged."

Racing in my head was the question: At his age, why is he so concerned with
protecting his ability to get a hard penis and to achieve orgasm?  No way,
I thought, could he be having any kind of sexual activity at his age, much
less any desire for it.

Dad looked down at his hands.  "Well, Eric, do you understand what I'm
saying?  I don't know how to say it in any other way."

I shook my head.  "Oh, Dad.  I understand all that.  But . . . but what
difference does all that make.  You're sixty-five years . . . .

Dad leaned closer toward me.  "Yes?  I'm on my way to sixty-six.  What does
that have to do with anything?"

I could hear myself stammering.  "But . . . , but you're . . . ."

"That's right, I'm sixty-five."

Dad suddenly sounded a little agitated, and the quaver in his voice was
still there.

"Let me share something with you, Eric, since we now find ourselves deep
into this subject.  Your mother and I enjoyed a satisfying . . . you know
. . . sexual relationship up into our late sixties.  Does that shock you
that your mother and father actually had . . . you know . . .sex,
especially into our sixties?  A good stiff boner and explosive . . . you
know . . . orgasms were important to us."

Dad looked away again and cleared his throat nervously.  It seemed to me he
hadn't really meant to blurt out the words "stiff boner" and "orgasms."

"Not long before my cancer was discovered, we were forced to stop . . . you
know . . . our nightly activity because of a severe infection that
developed in your mother's . . . uh . . . vagina.  She's being treated for
that infection, but the doctors believe she will never again be able to
have satisfying . . . uh . . . intercourse."

I could do nothing but sit in stunned silence.  My father had never before
opened up to me with such personal things.  Especially with such language
as "stiff boner" and "explosive orgasms."  My God, was that really my dad
talking?

"Dad," I began slowly and softly, "I never realized that . . . you know
. . . that all that was still important to you at your age.  I always
thought that . . . you know . . . doing that was something no one your age
could do.  I'm sorry to hear about Mom.  I suppose that puts an end to your
. . . .  In the end you really didn't have to be concerned about your
. . . you know."

Dad looked sharply at me.  "Puts an end to my what?  You mean I don't have
to be concerned about getting a hard cock when I want it and coming to
orgasm now that your Mom can no longer enjoy it?  I've always been
concerned with having good hard-ons and satisfying orgasms.  And I intend
to continue having them both.  The fact that I no longer have a prostate
means only that, when I achieve orgasm, no semen comes out."

I think I actually started blushing when I heard my dad for the first time
use the words "cock" and "hard-on."

Dad was getting worked up and I was afraid my ignorant sounding reaction to
everything would cause him to get really angry.  I tried to look as though
I understood what he was saying.

"But Mom can't . . . ."

"Listen, Eric, can't you understand?"  Do I have to spell it out for you?"
What do guys do when they don't have a partner?"

"Oh," I said, "they . . . they . . . ."

"That's right, son.  I might as well come right out with it.  We
masturbate.  We jerk the old dick.  You ought to know about that.  There's
not a guy on the face of the earth who doesn't jerk off.  And that includes
you and me.  Sorry for my language, son, but I want you to understand
what's happening here.  I may be sixty-five, but I'm human, just like you.
And I'll tell you it's a lot less messy without the semen."

"I know, Dad, but I just thought . . . ."

"You thought old farts like me are too far gone even to get their dicks up.
Isn't that what you thought?  You thought we never think about having a
good fuck or an earth-shattering blow-job.  Well, son, there's not a man
alive at any age who doesn't have those fantasies.  And it's those
fantasies that cause the brain to trigger those nerves down in our guts to
stiffen up our cocks and give us those mind-bending orgasms."

It was obvious Dad had crossed into new and somewhat different territory as
he opened up to me about his very personal sexual thoughts and activities.
It was as though he had for years yearned to open up to me.  He was finally
experiencing that opportunity to talk to me as he'd always wanted to.  I'd
never once heard him use profane or so-called dirty language.  Not once.
But now his everlasting language barrier had virtually collapsed as though
he wanted me to see all the perverse thoughts that swirled in his mind.  At
long last, it was obvious that he now wanted me to see and understand him
as a thoroughly human and sexual man.

I'd always loved my dad, but that evening a really special love---a special
closeness---for him swept over me.  It was as though he'd been stripped
naked in front of me where I could see and sense everything that he was.
He'd bared himself almost completely.  But not entirely.  Not yet.

As I looked at this man, I knew that our relationship had, without our
really trying, slipped into a new universe . . . a new level of
understanding.  I was now seeing my father as not only my father, but as an
intensely sexual human being who had willingly and deliberately revealed
himself to his son.  I knew there was no way that his revelations could
possibly end there.

I could see in his eyes his desire to draw me into the rush he was feeling.
I rose from my chair and sat next to him on the edge of the bed.

"Yes, Dad, I do know what you're saying.  What you continue to experience
is very exciting, not only to you, but to me in a very personal way.  To
know that my dad, who I love so much, is still getting a hard cock and
experiencing powerful orgasms, is almost indescribably exciting to me."

Dad pulled away slightly and smiled at me.  "I was once your age, son.  I
know about the sexual torment all men have experienced.  The excitement
that a man's fantasies bring him.  The never-ending sexual needs that gnaw
at a guy's insides.  We're all the same, Eric.  Just because I happen to be
your father, the man who shot his sperm into your mother, doesn't mean we
are not alike in every way.  It doesn't mean we don't have the same
fantasies, the same burning desire to reach out for sexual gratification
where we can find it."

"Where we can find it?" I repeated.

Dad smiled and looked deeply into my eyes.  "Yes.  Wherever we can find
it."

I looked down and saw that Dad placed his hand over his fly.  It was
obvious his cock was hard.  I knew we had now come to the point where it
was imperative that we fully and completely reveal ourselves as father and
son, crying out for the opportunity to show, without pretense, the extent
of our deepest feelings.

Of course, I'd come to realize that the deep-down emotional part of my
father's being was the part that largely defined him---that define all men
of any age.  Dad had found it imperative that evening to make an effort at
last to open his soul to me so I could see him clearly to be a man like
myself---not just a father who did nothing but pay the bills.  I knew now
that he longed for me to reveal myself to him in the same way.  I could
tell that it was a yearning that had long been repressed.  It would give
him a closeness with his son that he craved.  As I looked into his eyes,
there was nothing I wanted more in this world at that moment than to reveal
to him my own soul in all its truthful nakedness.

I gently put my hand on his . . . the one that rested on his fly.  "Dad, we
are indeed alike---our emotions, our cravings, our fantasies.  I need to
tell you that, like you and Mom, my wife and I rarely have sex anymore.
Liz simply no longer wants to get fucked, if you'll pardon the word.  I'm
only 35, Dad, and I jack off every single night and sometimes during the
day.  My fantasies now-a-days are wilder than they've ever been, and they
often go far a field from mine and Liz's relationship."

Dad put his hand on my knee.  "It's time now as we get older, Eric, to
achieve a new awareness of each other as men, not just as father and son.
I'd like very much to know what your fantasies are, Eric.  I'm sure they're
very much the same as mine.  Since you are my own flesh and blood, I want
to know all about you.  Every detail.  I've wanted to know so many things
about you for so long.  I've finally endeavored to made an effort
tonight---rather unexpectedly, I would say---to acquaint you with who your
father really is.  And I'm quite sure you and I are alike in almost every
important detail.  And that's very important to me."

I put my hand on Dad's cheek and felt the soft skin of an older man.  "I
want us to be inside of each other's head, Dad.  I want no secrets between
us."

Dad squeezed my knee.  "No secrets."  He looked into my eyes as though he
was trying to pull out those secrets.  "You were made from my sperm, Eric,
which means our minds and bodies are one, making us inseparable.

As dad continued to sit on the side of the bed, I kicked off my shoes,
brought my legs up and stretched full length with my arms behind my head.

I looked up into his eyes.  "Where should I begin, Dad?  Do you want me to
begin?  Do you want to know all the truth about me, your son?"

"Yes, all the truth.  You can begin anywhere, my boy.  Your story will be
my story.  The sexual lives and cravings of all boys and men mirror those
of one another.  You'll see."

In a way, it was hard for me to believe I was about to tell my own father
things about myself that I never would have revealed just the day before.
I swallowed hard and looked away from my dad as I spoke.

"I think I was eleven years old, Dad, when Uncle Earnest taught me how to
jerk off one night?"  It still startled me to hear myself so freely say
such words as "jerk off" in from of my Dad.

Dad sat up straight.  "What?  You mean my older brother Earnest?  He's the
one who taught me how to jack off, too.  But I sure didn't know he was
doing that with my son.  I wish I'd known."

"Well, you see, Dad.  Right off, we have that in common.  Earnest did that
quite a few times, every time he came to visit.  Would you have been angry
if you'd known?"

Dad smiled.  "No.  I rather wish I did know.  Did he tell you any of his
fantasies?  All his fantasies were pretty wild.  Kind of like mine."

"They were?  What kind of fantasies, Dad?"

"Well, for one, both Earnest and I fantasized about fucking Miss Roach, our
Civics teacher.  We got really pissed off when we learned at the end of the
year that she was being fired because she was giving blow jobs to several
boys in our class, but not us.  She never wore panties and used to sit in a
chair at the front of the class with her legs apart so we all could see her
cunt."

"Wow.  My friend Jimmy and I never did that, but after school, our English
teacher would let the two of us get in the back seat of her car where she
wanted us to diddle her cunt with our fingers while she played with our
balls and jacked us off.  She was a real asshole in the classroom, but she
made up for it those afternoons in her car.  She got really mad when we got
cum on her dress and shot a couple of loads all over her back seat."

I could hardly believe I was lying there so casually describing to my own
dad an act that I'd never told anyone about . . . a dirty, nasty act that I
never would have thought in a thousand years I would dare to relate to my
dad.  Also, I surprised myself with the effortlessness with which I threw
out the words "cunt," "fuck," "balls," and "asshole" in my dad's presence.
Was I going insane? I thought.  No man could get away with talking to his
father like that.  But he only smiled at me as I talked.  His surprising
reaction literally made my head swim.

Dad shook his head and rubbed his hand over his fly.  "All that was going
on with you as a kid, and I never knew.  I wish I had.  Even then in high
school, you, my son, were experiencing the pleasures of manhood.  But I
never knew.  I should have known, Eric.  We both had a right to know what
was going on in our heads.  We have always been father and son.  You came
from my sperm and we are of the same blood.  I wish I could remember the
orgasmic explosion I experienced that very night you were created.  I was
the one who should have introduced you to those pleasures of manhood
. . . not Earnest.  Earnest cheated me out of those moments that were
rightfully mine."

Dad continued to sit with his face buried in his hands.

I reached up and, taking hold of his shoulders, pulled him down to where he
lay next to me on the bed.  I propped up on one elbow and looked down into
his face.  His eyes were full of anxiety as I once again caressed his
smooth and youthful-looking cheek.  As I brushed his graying hair from his
forehead, I felt a strange desire for him---a desire to know him as
intimately as I knew myself.  I cast my eyes over the full length of his
clothed body.  I suddenly saw clearly the burning sexuality of my father
. . . the sexuality that had always been hidden from me until that evening.
In the past, I'd always looked forward to seeing my dad return home from
work in his neat black suit, white shirt and tie.  I always wanted to be
like him when I grew up.  I didn't know then that I was already like him in
ways I'd never dreamed of.

Now, as I gently ran my hand over his, I no longer had the image of my
father in his black suit.  I craved to see and experience with my hands his
fully naked body, and longed to witness my father in a rapturous state of
delirious sexual ecstasy.  I could feel my face become almost feverish as I
imagined the two of us with our naked bodies lying pressed together on the
bed.  We would be a part of each other's orgasmic experience as we brought
ourselves to an explosive climax.  We would no longer be father and son,
but two beautiful souls merged into one.  It would take only the flash of a
moment to accomplish.

As sweat ran down his cheeks, Dad reached up and took hold of my shirt
collars and violently pulled them apart, ripping all the buttons off the
front of my shirt.  He grabbed my bare torso between his powerful hands.

"Eric," he said quietly, "We need to expose our bodies to each other, and
we need to be aware of the powerful ecstasy that each of us will experience
in our presence.  It will be an awareness that has too long been denied
both of us.

Without a word, I leaned back on my haunches.  I had an irrepressible urge
to rip his shirt from his body, as he'd done mine.  I grabbed it with both
hands and tore it open, revealing his strong chest, lightly sprinkled with
soft white hair, and heaving with desire.

At that moment, I wanted to tell him everything.  I wanted him to know
about all the things that I had kept secret from him over the years.

I knelt over him with my knees straddling his hips.  I ran my fingers over
his hard nipples and looked deep into his eyes.

"Dad, Jimmy and I used to go into the woods behind his house after school
and jack off there.  A lot of times, we jacked each other off.  You know,
taking each other's cock in our own hands and jerking it off.  I hope you
don't think I did a bad thing, but I'm going to tell you something, anyway.
One time, we dared each other to suck each other's cocks.  And we did, but
we never told anybody.  And I never did that with anyone else."

I fully expected my dad to yell at me, and maybe hit me, for having done
such nasty things.  Perhaps I'd gone too far.  But Dad just smiled and took
hold of my nipples.

"Like I told you, son.  We're alike.  We have the same blood."

"You aren't shocked, Dad, that Jimmy and I did that?"

Dad laughed.  "Listen to me, Eric.  When Earnest and I were in college and
lived in the Theta Chi fraternity house, we were known as the best fucking
cock suckers on campus.  What else, Eric, were you doing back in those days
that I didn't know about, but should have known about?"

I ran my hand lightly down over his stomach and around his navel.  "I got
involved in a Circle Jerk with about five other guys.  I loved to watch
them cum.  But I was always proud of the fact that I could shoot the
farthest."

"Good for you, son," Dad said.

I jacked off mostly at home with my fantasies.  I even fantasized about you
and Mom fucking.  Sometimes I thought I could hear the bed squeaking, and
that really got me off.  There were times I really wanted to rush into your
room and climb in bed with you and Mom."

Dad's cock was visible down his left pant leg, and he was rubbing it
slightly.  "When did you fuck your first girl, Eric?"

By now, Dad was asking his questions in a free manner with no hint of
embarrassment.

"It might surprise you, Dad, but Liz was my first.  We did a lot of fucking
during that year before we got married."

Dad smiled.  "Was she . . .?"

"Oh, yeah.  She always was a hot fuck and she could suck cock like no other
woman I've been with.  Even though we don't fuck much anymore, she gives
great blowjobs."

"How about . . . you know . . . sex away from home?"

I was now at the point when I was totally willing to tell him everything.
"Well, Dad, to be honest with you, when I've been out of town at business
meetings, the women at those meetings get pretty horny, especially the
married women.  To answer your question, I've not been known to turn many
of them down.  They must not be getting anything at home because they all
act like they can't get enough cock."

"And on top of that," Dad said, "I imagine none of them could pass up
getting it on with such a good looking young man like you.  Are you aware,
Eric, how handsome you are, how desirable you are?"

"I don't know how desirable I am, Dad.  Liz sure doesn't show desire
anymore.  How about you, Dad?  You know, we're being truthful with each
other.  Tell me.  How about you?"

"I know, son.  Only very early in our marriage, I had an affair with both
my secretary and her husband."

"Her husband?"

"That's right.  She wouldn't sleep with any other man unless her husband
was there in bed with us."

"That must have been strange."

"Well, son, in a way it was, but in a way it wasn't."

"How do you mean, Dad?"

"You may not like to hear this, Eric, but he could suck cock a hell of a
lot better than my secretary."

"Wow.  It must have been like Jimmy and me when we sucked each other's cock
after school, except that . . . ."

"Except what, Eric?"

"Except that you didn't . . . ."

"You mean, except that I didn't suck my secretary's husbands cock?  Christ,
Eric, I just got through telling you I, along with my brother, was the best
cocksucker in our frat house.  And I have a real strong feeling you're a
hot cocksucker, too.  Son, admit it to me.  You told me a big fib when you
said you never sucked a cock after sucking Jimmy's cock.  That isn't
possible.  No man can give up sucking cock once he's done it.  Furthermore,
my boy, I can't believe it was only the women you fucked when you were out
of town at meetings."

Dad and I looked at each other and laughed.  "You've totally exposed me,
Dad."

"I'm too old, Eric, to play games.  What right does a sixty-five year-old
man have to continue lying about what his life was all about.  When I was
younger, I did all I could to hide my sexual side and my fantasies from you
and your brothers.  But now, Eric, I'm not ashamed to tell you I want you
and I to enjoy and live each other's fantasies, as dirty and filthy as they
might seem to others.  It isn't that you and I never had these fantasies.
We just kept them and our sexual activities secret.  But we're both
grown-ups now and we can now find not a reason in the world not to share it
all with each other.  Just you and me.  And as far as the words we use go,
there's no reason you and I have to act as though we don't know them.  I'm
sure you agree that a good fuck is a hell of a lot better than a good
sexual intercourse.  And sucking cock is sure a lot better than having oral
sex.  I hope you agree with me so we don't have to play games with words.
We're father and son and we don't need to play-act and have secrets from
each other."

I nodded and said, "No secrets, Dad.  You said when you were younger, you
held your sexual side and your fantasies from me and my brothers.  How
about that?  How about my brothers, Everett, Jake, and Marty?  Have you
shared with them what you've told me?"

Dad shook his head.  "No, Son.  Only you.  Until tonight, none of you had
ever given me the opportunity to express myself this way.  But somehow,
Eric, you were able to open me up.  And thank God for that.  I guess it was
when you started asking me about my prostate."

I ran my hand over his stomach and down under his belt.  With absolutely no
embarrassment, I unbuckled him and tugged at his pants.

"Lift your hips, Dad.  I understand everything you've said, and I'm with
you.  I'm going to let it all hang out now.  I'm gonna give you the
straight skinny about me, your innocent son, Eric."

I unabashedly fondled Dad's penis and balls.  The feel of them made my
penis ache.  I looked hard into Dad's eyes.

"Uncle Earnest didn't only show me how to jack off, he taught me how to
fuck.  Almost every time he and Aunt Lucy came to visit, we secretly fucked
each other.  Also, Earnest often invited me into their bed very late at
night where I fucked both of them.  Both Lucy and Ernest loved to lick my
asshole and tongue-fuck me before Earnest gave me a good fuck with his
cock.  While he fucked me, Lucy had my cock down her throat."

Dad's penis turned hard and began to throb heavily in my hand.  "My God,
Eric, why didn't I know?  Earnest knew that I would be happy to join all of
you."

"Well, Dad, Uncle Earnest said he didn't think you'd like it or approve if
you knew what your son was doing."

Dad took hold of his hard penis and began to gently stroke it.  "Aw, Fuck,
boy.  He knew better than that.  I spent plenty of nights fucking both him
and Lucy.  We even had both our cocks up her cunt at once.  On top of that,
Lucy can lick an asshole better than anyone.  While we're at it, maybe I
should reveal some things, also.  Your friend Jimmy's Dad and I got
together a few times and fucked each other while you kids were in high
school.  Beside that, we tongue-fucked each other many times.  He was one
of those guys who could open up his asshole good and wide so he could suck
in my tongue."

I was a little stunned at this news, but realized I shouldn't be surprised
after hearing everything else that was revealed that night.  "Gosh, Dad, I
wonder if Jimmy knew all along that you and his dad were fucking each
other.  He never said anything to me."

"I don't know, son, but his dad told me he and Jimmy always took their
showers together and often got all soaped up and jerked each other off."

Dad reached over and put his hand on my bulge.  He said only, "Get `em off.
I need to see and experience what we have here."

I pulled away from him and, standing on the floor, I stripped down naked
and threw my clothes in a pile in a corner.  A wave of overwhelming
excitement came over me as I stood there naked with my hard penis sticking
straight out and pointing at my Dad.

Dad also stood up and stripped off the rest of his clothes.  He took hold
of my arm and pulled me over in front of a full-length mirror on the back
of the door.  As he looked at our images, he ran his hands over my neck,
chest, abdomen, and legs.

"You're my flesh and blood, Eric.  Everything you are or feel came out of
this little pee-hole in my penis.  See?  As I squeeze it open you can see
where you came out in a creamy stream.  We are inextricably connected,
Eric.  My sperm is your sperm.  My orgasms are your orgasms.  My body is
your body.  Our bodies are linked.  Our fantasies are one.  I want to taste
your skin and know it is my skin.  When I taste your asshole, it is my
asshole.  When I taste your sperm, it is my sperm.  We are one, Eric.  We
could not exist without each other's bodies, each other's fantasies, and
each other's sperm."

I reached over and ran my fingers lightly over his lips.  He suddenly
looked so young.  As we continued to look at each other in the mirror, I
felt his hand slipping down my back and over my ass cheeks.  I moved my
hand across his own ass cheeks and felt them as firm and round as any
seventeen year-old boy.  At that moment, all I wanted to do was to fall on
my knees and plunge my tongue into his crack where I could slurp up all the
sweet goodness of his asshole.

Dad gently pushed me back on the bed with my hard cock standing straight
up.  He sat next to me and dabbed his finger on the tip of my penis.

"Such sweet semen leaking from your penis.  It doesn't matter that I can no
longer produce semen because your semen is my semen."

Dad leaned over.  He cradled my balls in one hand and ran his tongue around
the head of my penis as he sucked in as much of my leaking semen as he
could.

He rolled his head over onto my stomach and looked up at me.  "I'm glad, my
son, that we're now one entity, just like your mother and I were for so
many years."

As he ran his hands over the hair on my legs, I thought about those times
Jimmy and I had sucked and jacked off each other's cocks.  At the time, we
thought of ourselves as a couple of nasty little boys doing naughty things
that we could never tell our parents about.

I smiled and ran my hand over his cheek.  "I wish you'd tell me about you
and Mom, Dad, unless that's really private."

He continued to run his fingers over the hair on my leg.  "Not private at
all, Eric.  But I don't want to shock you.  Guys have special feelings
about their Moms and it's kind of hard for a guy sometimes to picture his
Mom naked with her legs in the air with a big cock fucking her cunt.  And
her screaming for more."

"Don't worry about it, Dad.  I want to know."

"Okay, son.  Once again, I don't mean to shock you, but I wasn't the first
guy to fuck your mom."

I was a bit stunned.  "You weren't?"

"Marion had a boyfriend before I met her.  His name was Ricky, a really hot
looking fucker.  I met the two of them at a fraternity party one night, and
I really got a fucking hard-on for her.  If the time and place had been
right, I could have fucked her right there.  Could have fucked him, too,
for that matter.  When the party was over, Ricky took her upstairs and they
spent the night in his room, even though the fraternity had the rule that
there should be no overnight guests.  But nobody paid any attention to
that.  You could hear fucking groans and orgasmic squeals all night long
every night in that place.  It was a regular fucking whorehouse.  Our
housemother was the biggest slut of all the women who got fucked there and
could take on half the brothers before daybreak.  In the morning, we all
enjoyed watching streams of slimy cum running down the back of her legs.

"Anyway, the next morning, I was at the front door when Ricky and Marion
were leaving.  I managed to brush my hands against Marion's tits as she
walked out.  I told her it was nice meeting her at the party the night
before and that I hoped we might see each other again.  She just smiled and
said she hoped so, too.  After she said that, I ran up to my own room and
jerked off a huge load.

"Wow, Dad, I didn't know Mom slept around before you married her."

"Sure.  We were college kids, Eric.  We all slept around.  Anyway, Ricky
later said that Marion told him she was very attracted to me.  So to make a
long story short, Ricky invited me to spend the night with him and Marion."

"You mean, Dad, the three of you together?  Mom agreed to that?"

"Of course.  Remember, we were just horny kids in those days, ready to
experiment with anything.  And I could tell when I met her that she was a
hot number and ready to play.  We got a motel, rather than do it in the
Frat house.  Ricky and I both fucked your mom, and before the night was
over, Ricky and I gave each other some good blow jobs."

"In front of Mom?" I asked.

"Sure.  She loved watching two guys sucking cock.  She diddled herself
while we sucked.  I couldn't count the number of times she orgasmed while
she watched."

I have to admit I was a bit shocked when Dad told me about my Mom.  "Dad,
you're telling me Mom got fucked by another man in front of you?"

"Son, you have to realize your Mom was not attached or committed to any one
man at that time.  It wasn't that she was cheating on me or even Ricky.
But Eric, I have to tell you that your Mom has always been a highly sexual
woman and has never been shy about going after her sexual pleasures."

"After you married Mom, did she continue to . . . you know . . . to be with
both you and Ricky?"

"No.  She drew the line at that.  When she made her choice and married me,
she never fucked around with any other man again.  At least, I'm pretty
sure she didn't.  But she'd come to realize I liked to suck cock and fuck
guys' asses, and she also realized she loved to watch me do it.  I never
knew a woman who could orgasm so many times in a row using only her fingers
or a dildo.  She really loved to watch me and your Uncle Earnest fucking
and sucking."

"Dad, Uncle Earnest never told me he did that with you and Mom."

"He probably didn't tell you because he thought it wasn't his place to tell
you.  Of course, he never told me, either, about his sucking and fucking
with you.  I'll have to get after him about that.  I think we need to have
a new understanding among all of us in this family."

I became slightly alarmed.  "I hope you're not thinking about telling Mom
about you and me and Uncle Earnest and me.  I don't think she'd want to
hear about me, her son, doing those things."

Dad laughed.  "Well, Eric, your mom is pretty broad minded.  From what I've
told you about your mom, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes, in a way.  But how do you know she wouldn't be upset knowing that I'd
been sucking and fucking other guys?  Her own son?"

"Listen, my boy.  I know your Mom.  I'm sure she'd be surprised if you
didn't take after your dirty old man in this way."

"I know her, too, Dad.  And I'm sure she wouldn't like to know."

"Okay, Eric.  I thought I told you enough about your mom to show you what
she likes.  I'm sure you didn't know this, but your Mom used to watch you
and your brothers jack off your dicks.  And she had some of her best
orgasms when you boys shot your loads."

"She watched?"

"Sure.  You guys were so fucking careless about when and where you jerked
off, she had no problem getting to a place where she could watch."

I was astounded.  "She never said anything, Dad."

"Of course not, Eric.  She didn't want you to stop or hide it from her.
I've already told you, she loved to watch me jerking off or sucking a guy
off or fucking his ass.  Watching you kids getting your nuts off gave her
just another orgasmic pleasure.  She told me she even watched you fucking
your friend Jimmy when he was at our house during a sleep-over once.  That
really got her off."

As my initial shock faded, I smiled.  "I kind of wish I'd known because I
would have given her a better show.  Like tongue-fucking Jimmy or giving
him a cum-facial."

"Holy shit, Eric," Dad said with a grin.  "She would have loved that.  She
can rim an asshole as good as any, and would have gone nuts watching you
and Jimmy licking each other's assholes.  I think you need to consider
giving your Mom a good show now and then."

"Well, Dad.  How about the two of us putting on that show for her?

"Sounds like a plan, Eric."

Even though Dad and I had admitted all sorts of sex we'd had with both men
and women, it suddenly dawned on me that my Dad had actually had hard sex
with other men, and that he now knew that I enjoyed doing that also.  It
suddenly became clear to me that the new "understanding" we were forming
with each other actually involved a sexual attraction to each other.  It
was not just talking about it, but it became clear now that it was all
leading to the inevitable.  Our attraction to each other was headed full
force into hard sex.

Dad suddenly rolled over on his back and became very quiet.  He folded his
hands behind his head and cast his eyes slowly over my entire body.  After
many minutes, he spoke very softly.

"Eric, do you understand what I've been saying tonight?  About what I feel?
About the God-given attachment that you and I have with each other as
father and son?  Do you understand that you existed in my sperm?  I am also
there in your sperm.  We are one, Eric.  It is your right to know me as I
am.  The pleasures granted to each man belong to every other man and must
be shared."

As I ran my hands slowly over the soft hair on his legs, it crossed my mind
that my father had suddenly become mindless.  Not deranged, exactly, not
demented, but a bit delirious, as though he'd been drinking.  Even so, as I
cast my eyes over his tanned and muscular body, I began to feel a burning
physical need for my father.  My eyes were drawn to his erect penis,
covered round about with large, throbbing purple veins.  I felt his hand on
my shoulder, pulling me down.

He raised his hips higher and higher as I felt his burning rod enter my
mouth.  Yes, I now understood.  I'd become part of my father.  We were now
one.  He pushed my shoulder harder and harder.

"Take me into your body, my son.  Pull harder.  Suck harder.  Take my whole
body into yours where I can live forever in your gut."

I sucked as hard as I could until I not only had the full length of his
hard penis, but both of his balls and entire scrotum in my mouth.

Dad's eyes seemed to roll back in his head as he shouted, "Take me.  Take
me."  He began bucking his hips wildly as I felt in my mouth his scrotum
crinkling up and his rock-hard penis throbbing against my tongue and roof
of my mouth.  Since he had no prostate, I knew there would be no cum.
Suddenly, he opened his mouth and roared as if deranged as orgasmic spasms
cramped his whole body over and over again.

I lifted my head and felt his balls and cock slip out of my mouth.

Before I could move, Dad said, "Scoot up here and fuck my mouth.  As you
fill me with your creamy sperm, I want to pull your body into mine so we
can be one."  He looked at me with indescribable passion in his eyes.  "My
beautiful boy, I need all of you inside of me.  Your sweet face, your arms,
legs, and feet, your cock, your asshole.  All of you inside my body."

I moved up and plunged my hard seven inches into my dad's open throat.  I
pounded it in hard as I felt my balls banging against his chin.  He grabbed
my ass cheeks and squeezed them.  In the next moment, I felt his finger
enter my asshole.  I cannot express the joy I felt at that moment as I
rammed my cock down my Dad's throat and felt his finger exploring my
rectum.  It was the first time I'd ever experienced the closeness and
oneness that Dad insisted we share as father and son.  He was right.  His
sperm had been mine, and now my sperm was undeniably his.  I opened my eyes
and looked into his, full of desire and love.  Love for me who had come
from his body.  It was all clear to me now.  We were inseparable.  We were
of one body.

I felt my orgasm building and, when it slammed into me, both Dad and I
screamed out as the most wonderful pain shot through the guts of both of
us.  It was I who shot my cum into him, but we both were pummeled by the
most divine orgasms we'd ever had.  Yes, my sperm was his sperm, and my
orgasms were his orgasms.


When we awoke the next morning, we found our naked bodies wrapped in each
other's arms, with my dried cum on our lips and chins.  We recalled the
events of the night before without regret, but with a new and beautiful
understanding of our special father-son relationship.

When we returned home, I planned to stay with my parents for a few days
before I went home to my own family.  I went to bed that night in my old
childhood room, feeling very alone without my Dad with me.  It was almost
as though I was a child again, perhaps afraid of the dark, and needing my
Dad to hold me and tell me I was a part of him, which I had become that
wonderful night in Chicago.

I left my room and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and pee.  On the
way down the hall, I heard my Mom and Dad talking after they'd gone to bed.

"Tom, Eric seemed so happy and invigorated when you came in the house this
afternoon.  You told me you were going to talk to him."

"Well, Marion, I actually did talk with him, and I think everything's going
to be great.  I really had no expectation, as usual, that the opportunity
would arise that would allow me to discuss with him what was on my mind.
But he asked me some questions about my surgery, and I found it gave me a
perfect opening for what I wanted to discuss."

"You mean, you told him how you felt about him?"

"I certainly did, and he was fine with it.  I'm sure he understood
everything.  I'm so grateful.  I'm glad I finally got up the nerve to do
it.  He and I understand each other perfectly now.  He's a beautiful boy."

"I'm so glad, Tom.  I remember when poor Eric said something to us that led
us to believe he wasn't able to fuck Liz much anymore.  He's too young to
be cut off like that, Tom.  And I'm sure he's very grateful to you for
providing him an outlet, other than just jerking off his dick all the
time."

I'd never heard my Mom use the word "fuck" before.  Although I was a little
stunned by it, I recalled my dad telling me that Mom was always very
sexual.

"I think he is grateful, Marion.  I just don't understand Liz.  I would
think any woman would go wild to have Eric's cock up her cunt.  He fucks
good and hard and deep.  I wish you could experience it someday, Marion."

"Well, I don't think anybody can fuck like you can, Honeybear."

"Come on, Marion.  I seem to remember you saying you thought Ricky back in
our school days was the best fuck you ever had."

"I don't remember saying that.  I think what you heard me say was that
Ricky's cum was the best I ever tasted.  You tasted it several times
yourself, Tom.  You even lapped up Ricky's cum out of my pussy from time to
time.  Anyway, it sounds like the time you spent with Eric really went
well."

"It couldn't have gone better.  We understand each other and we're very
much alike."

"You mean he loves to suck and fuck with men, just like you do?"

"Yes, and besides that, he does a good tongue-fuck.  He gets the tongue up
my asshole just about as good as you do.  But one thing he can do that you
can't do is cock-fuck me in both my ass and my throat.  And what's
beautiful is that he loves my cock as much as I love his."

"Oh, Tom, I'm so happy for you.  The way you describe it, it almost makes
me wish he could give me a good fuck."

"Well Marion, it might happen.  One never knows.  Remember your friend,
Janet?  She was getting fucked pretty regularly by her grown son, Jack, as
I recall.  And I have to admit, I always kind of suspected you were getting
fucked by Jack, too."

"Now, Tom, what made you think that?"

"I just knew you wanted his cock that time I saw you reach down the front
of his pants and squeeze his balls."

"Oh, Tom, I've always been a tease.  You know that.  You're the only one I
ever let fuck me since we've been married.  And that includes our son Eric.
Although the thought is intriguing, I would never let one of my sons fuck
me, even if he wanted to.  That doesn't mean, of course, that I want to
give up watching him stroke his dick and cum for Mama.  He probably
wouldn't like it if he knew that."

"Well, Marion, boys do look upon their mothers as Saints, rightly or
wrongly.  But one never knows what might happen if Eric were to realize you
got off by watching him."

"Roll over here, Tom.  I need some tongue action.  I need you to get my
asshole good and wet.  Ah, that's it.  Oh, I forgot to tell you.  Your
brother Earnest and Lucy are coming to visit with us for a couple of days
next weekend.  And I hope you don't spend the whole weekend fucking them
both like you do most of the time when they're here.  Let poor Eric spend
some time with them.  I gather from what he's said, he's not getting much
fucking from his wife Liz these days.  Besides that, Earnest told me once
he was really in love with Eric.  He told me Eric had the sweetest cock and
balls he'd ever seen on a guy.  And, Tom, I have to agree with him."

"I have to agree, too, Marion.

"One of these days, Tom, I hope you and Eric will allow me to witness your
new-found relationship.  But I'm not sure I want ever to be present again
when you fuck Lucy.  She's such a wimpy girl, whining and squealing while
she's getting fucked.  And I'll never forget the time she shit in the bed
while she was on her back getting fucked.  I didn't bother cleaning up the
mess.  I just threw out all the sheets."

"Well, regardless, Marion, she's a good fuck and can suck cock like a
trooper."

"I'll tell you one thing, Tom, I'm never going to let you fuck me in her
presence again.  For one thing, she makes cruel remarks about the fact I'll
let you fuck me only through the asshole since cunt-fucking is now to
uncomfortable.  Also, the last time we fucked, she kept making little
remarks about my fat thighs and my droopy tits.  After all, what does she
expect?  I'm 63 years old and I can't help it that I'm flabby.  She should
talk.  She's pushing 70, and she has so much flab around her middle that
I've noticed both you and Earnest have had difficulty finding which deep
crease in her fat is actually her cunt."

"Come on, Marrion.  No more talking.  Get down there and suck on it a
little and get it good and hard.  How do you want your ass fucked tonight,
Marion?  Flat on your back with your legs up or doggy style?"

"I'm in the mood tonight to get fucked up the ass doggy style."  You always
get in nice and deep that way."


After I peed, I rushed back to my room.  I'd heard enough from my parents.
I'd never heard Mom talk that way, but she didn't know I was listening.  I
should have known after Dad told me how open and sexually charged she was
before they were married.  When I got back in bed, I jerked and edged my
cock as I thought about the fun I was going to have again with Dad, but
this time with Earnest and Lucy piled in with them.  I wondered what Mom
would do while all that was happening.  I also became a little excited with
the thought that I now might get a chance to see my Dad fucking my Mom in
her asshole.  That would really blow my mind, I thought.

As I jerked my dick faster and faster, with my mind overflowing with hot,
horny images and fantasies, my bedroom door suddenly opened and there stood
my Mom in the doorway, her naked body silhouetted in the hall light.

"Oh!  Am I interrupting something, dear?  I had just gotten up to go to the
bathroom and clean up a little before I go to sleep.  When I saw the faint
light under your door, I thought I would wish you goodnight."

I had never seen my Mom naked before and, while I was really stunned to
have her catch me jacking off, I forced myself to stay cool and not panic.

I rather surprised myself when I continued holding onto my stiff penis.
After all, Dad had revealed that she had secretly watched me jacking off
many times before.  "It's all right, Mom.  Come in.  I'm not asleep yet."

Mom walked closer to the bed and looked down casually at my gorged penis.
She sat on the side of the bed and cast her eyes over the full length of my
naked body.

"My word, Eric," she said as she stared directly down at my hard penis.
"Here you are, a grown man, doing something grown men do.  Where has the
time gone?  The last time I saw your handsome body without clothes was when
you were a baby with your little boy penis.  Now, I see it's grown into a
man-sized cock.  Where-oh-where has the time gone?"

Still holding tightly onto my hard penis, I looked into her eyes and smiled
slyly.  "Well, Mom, big changes happen over 35 years.  And come on.  You're
fudging on the truth.  I understand you've seen me naked many times, often
doing what I'm doing right now."

"Who told you that?"

"I'm sure you know who told me that, Mom.  And I'm also sure you know what
happened with Dad and me while we were in Chicago."

"Oh, that." She said as she ran her hand lightly over the hair on my calf.
"Your Dad did mention something about that."

"Mom?  No games.  Please, Mom, no games.  Dad and I came to a very
important understanding, and I happen to know he told you all about it.
I'll be truthful with you, Mom.  I heard you and Dad talking last night."

"How much did you hear, Eric?"

I smiled at her and took her hand.  "I heard everything, right up to the
time you and he . . . ."

"Up to the time he and I what?" she said with a little smile curling on her
lips.

"You're bating me, aren't you Mom?"

"Maybe.  Okay you heard everything up to the time we did what?"  She
reached over and brushed my hair back from my forehead.

I shook my penis as I answered her.  "Right up to the time the two of you
started fucking."

Mom patted my thigh and smiled.  "Well, now, that wasn't so hard to say,
was it?  Your Dad and I have always called a spade a spade.  And if we're
talking about fucking, we call it fucking.  Come on, Eric, both you and
your Dad tell me you have a new understanding.  He'd told me in the past
what kind of understanding he yearned to have with you.  And now it's
happened.  You've bared your souls to each other and you've revealed to
each other all of your deepest secrets involving your sexual fantasies and
cravings.  But don't for a moment, Eric, think that your mother is not part
of what you and your father have become.  The two of you will now talk
freely about fucking.  So I will also talk about fucking.  What's good for
the goose is good for the gander, they say.  You let it be known you like
to suck cocks.  I will also make no secret of the fact that I like to suck
cocks.

I had clearly been shocked when I heard my Mom talking to Dad in their
bedroom, both freely using the words fuck, cock, and so forth, but I have
to admit I was even more shocked to hear my Mom using those words quite
casually to my face and admitting quite without embarrassment that she
loved to suck cock.

I very quickly realized, however, that Mom was right.  We were all in this
family together and a spade needed to be called spade.  My Dad had made it
clear that Mom was a highly sexual woman, as he was, and it was clear she
could not, and should not be counted out when it came to recognizing her as
such.  It was now obvious to me she'd loved every form of sex all her life,
and still did so just as much as Dad and I did, even though she no longer
found it comfortable to be fucked in the cunt.  So why should Mom not have
the freedom to talk with us about sucking and fucking just as Dad and I
would.

With these thoughts running through my mind, I suddenly felt the need to
tell Mom, even in the face of everything, that I loved her.  My penis had
remained hard in my hand throughout our conversation.  I let go of it and,
as it flopped back into my pubic hair, I took Mom's hand in both of mine.

She laughed and said, "When I used to change your diaper when you were a
baby, my hands would get wet from your pee.  But now, I feel my hand wet
again from your semen that was leaking into your hand.  I think you'd
better take care of business.  That cock of yours looks like it's throbbing
a bit and wanting attention.  I'm sorry I interrupted you, dear."

"It's okay, Mom.  I'm glad you came in.  Now that we kind of know what
we're all about, we need to talk more."

"I'm so glad, Eric.  We've got a lot to talk about."

When Mom rose up from the side of my bed and turned to go, I could clearly
see a stream of what I presumed was Dad's cum running out of her ass crack
and down the back of her leg.

As I grabbed my cock again, I called out, "Mom, you don't have to close my
door.  I don't have anything to hide anymore."

As I stroked, I fantasized that, instead of my hand, Mom had her lips
around my cock.  But Dad had said that would never happen.  Suddenly, Dad
appeared at the door, totally naked.

"Hi, Eric.  I hope I'm in time.  Take your hand away, and let me finish
that off for you.  Your Mom just told me she thought you might be in need
of my assistance."

I opened my legs wide and Dad lay between them where he sucked my cock deep
into his throat.  As he sucked, I was stunned to see Mom return to my room
and sit down in a chair by the bed where she could see my cock sliding in
and out of Dad's mouth.  As she watched, she spread her knees and put her
fingers into her cunt where she intently massaged her clit as Dad sucked
away.  Mom and I very quickly climaxed at the same time.



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