Comforting My Son’s Ex-Boyfriend Pt. 02 by The_swallower
Discover the steamy continuation of 'Comforting My Son's Ex-Boyfriend Pt. 02,' a captivating gay erotic sex story filled with emotional connection and exploration. Join the intimate journey as complex relationships unfold, offering a mix of passion and tender moments. Dive into this sultry narrative that will keep you hooked from start to finish!<br/>
That first night with Alan had changed my life.
I had gone from a miserable widower to a man who loved cock, in one night. Now I wondered if my latent ‘gayness’ had rubbed off on my son.
I hadn’t even thought of the ramifications if Lucas found out I was bedding his ex.
But I needed Alan in my life, in my mouth, in my hole at any cost.
Imagine my surprise when I woke up to the sound of soft chattering from downstairs. Alan was not lying next me, so I guessed he was involved down there. As I descended the stairs, in my gown, I could detect the unmistakable voice of my son, Lucas. As I entered the kitchen, the two of them were sitting, drinking coffee, chatting like lost lovers.
“Ah dad, Alan was just telling me how hospitable you’ve been, allowing him to use the spare room.”
My head was spinning. “Sure, it was no problem.”
“I’ve been a bit of an arsehole, dad.”
“Yeah, Alan explained as much.”
I looked at Alan but he sat face down to his lap.
“For reasons we don’t need to go into, I broke up with him but I realised what a prick I’d been and after saying sorry, we’ve made up.
I was crestfallen, I wanted Alan now.
“That’s why I couldn’t stay with Gran and Grandad any longer, I needed to sort this.”
“Is your ‘problem’ resolved?” I asked.
“Yes, I was just being silly. Oh and by the way dad, close your gown. Alan doesn’t want to see your morning glory sticking out.”
I covered up quickly, as Alan smiled knowingly at me.
“Anyway, I’m off for a shower, you joining me Alan?”
“Give me a minute, I’ll clean these cups.”
As Lucas went upstairs, Alan got up and came towards me, opening my gown again and putting his soft hand around my veiny cock. He started to softly pull.
“There was nothing I could do Jack. I’d come downstairs for a drink and he just showed up. I could hardly tell him I’d been up half the night banging his dad, could I?”
“Where does that leave us though?” I asked selfishly.
“I told you, last night wasn’t a one-off.”
Alan kissed me deeply as he pulled me and I soon spunked over his wrist.
“I have an idea Jack, just bear with me.”
Despite the fact I was trying to steal Alan from my son, I didn’t feel guilty. Lucas had broken up with Alan, he admitted it and Alan was free to fuck whomever he liked. All Alan did was protect me from Lucas’s anger.
I wanted to grab Alan’s cock but he declined, saying Lucas would be waiting.
“Don’t worry honey, I’ll be in touch very soon. Alan gave me your number as an emergency contact.”
I stayed downstairs, for breakfast, my cock barely softening as I could hear them. I was tempted to walk in on them and take whatever was available. After a while I reckoned they were sleeping but then my phone pinged. It was a message from Alan. I opened it and a picture of his hard cock met my eyes. Another message pinged through, telling me that his cock would be in my hole before the day ended.
My response was ‘How?’
‘Wait and see’ he texted back.
The two of them spent much of Saturday in bed but when they did appear, Lucas was eager to speak.
“Dad, I have a huge favour to ask you?”
“Carry on, son.” I eagerly replied.
“It’s about Alan, his parents aren’t happy that he’s gay and are throwing him out.”
I knew what was coming next and my heart was beating faster.
“So what’s the favour, son.”
“Can Alex move in, just until he gets his own place?”
I pretended to think it over, when what I wanted to do was turn cartwheels and yell loudly in affirmation.
“Sure, son, why not, I like the lad.”
“He likes you too dad.”
If only Lucas knew how much.
“One more favour dad?”
“Go on, what is it.” I tried to sound huffy but was overjoyed in reality.
“I’ve got a shift in the bar tonight. Could you take Alan to his place and collect his stuff?”
“Oh, I suppose so.”
You’re a star, dad!”
No, I was after Alan’s cock. Behind my son’s back.
As soon as Lucas left, Alan cuddled up to me on the couch.
“What did I tell you Jack? You and I are going to have fun, starting when I get you back to my place.”
“I think your parents will have something to say about that.”
“They told me to come over, as they go out every Saturday night.”
We headed off shortly after, on what was only a fifteen minute drive to the edge of town.
“How is this all going to work, Alan?”
“Best not to plan ahead, take each day as it comes.”
He squeezed my thigh before saying “I’m dying to fuck you in my room.”
My driving ability was tested to the hilt due to the distraction his comment caused.
We arrived at an impressive detached, two storey, house. I was pleased to see no cars parked outside as we pulled up.
Alan couldn’t wait to get inside so he could start undressing. His naked body was intoxicating to me. We had a tour of the house, indulging in snogging in every room. As he did so, he held my buttocks, squeezing them, promising to fuck me. I was putty in has hands.
“I want to fuck you in my parents’ room.” Alan stated. I was up for anything and that sounded particularly kinky.
He bent me over their bed and lubed his cock.
“You’re on daddy’s side. If he was there, his cock would be spearing your throat. Imagine sucking him as I fucked you.
He pushed into me and I yelled out “Fuck me, Alan. Fuck me like the slut I am.”
He growled as he smashed into me, my newly penetrated hole being widened by every stroke of his hot cock.
God, it hurt at first but I reckoned maybe I deserved the pain for what I was doing behind my son’s back. The feeling was soon overcome by pleasure as he started to rub my prostate with his hard cock.
I didn’t want to cum on their bed so held back but Alan flooded my ass with his seed.. As before, he was right down there catching the oozing cum with his tongue and lips.
“Now its your turn Jack, I want you to fuck me now.”
He took me by the hand into his room and asked how I wanted to do him.
I always used to love Becky going on top, so I suggested that.
I lay on his soft bed, hard prick sticking up. and he let me lick his sexy ass.
Fuck, if I wasn’t gay already, I was now.
Alan straddled me, rubbing his hole, teasingly, against my cock head. It was dribbling pre-com profusely now. He lowered himself slowly on to my helmet and for the first time in my life, I was fucking ass. His hole was tight round my cock. Was it better than pussy? At that point in time, hell yes!.
Alan bounced up and down, doing all the work as I lay back thinking about what I had been missing out on all these years.
He had become hard again and it smacked my tummy each time he descended onto me. I could feel the build up and knew I was going to cum soon. Alan seemed to sense it and tightened his ass muscles around my pulsing member. As his ass hit my groin, I shot my first load, deep inside of him. I shouted out in ecstasy, as rope after rope of cum shot into him.
Alan sat on my cock milking the last remnants from it, wiggling about like an excited little girl. His next move was to shuffle up, whilst still astride me, until his hole was just above my face.
“Now then, my little slut, eat me out.”
“I didn’t need telling twice and so my tongue lapped at his dripping ass. He squeezed out my cum and I ate it greedily.