A gay story: Son Asks Dad if He is Gay Pt. 02 My son Andy had known for some time that I was secretly gay. As told in part one, after he turned 18, he gathered the courage to tell me he knew about my gay magazine collection in the attic, and had known for years. That led to us looking at the mags together, him asking me questions, and then both of us masturbating in front of each other. He learned that I was an avid cocksucker, and that I had been blowing and getting fucked by our neighbor, Chris, for some time. And he had suspected that all along.
A week or so went by and nothing had been said about our experience, but the issue hung in the air. When Chris texted me to see what I was up to, telling me he was naked and his hard cock was ready for my mouth and pussy, I texted back: “Get dressed and come on over. I have something to tell you.”
It didn’t take but five minutes before Chris was knocking on the door. I let him in and as he started to ask what was up, I took his face in my hands and planted a kiss on his beautiful lips, stuck my tongue in his mouth, and began a make out session hotter than we had ever done before. And never in my house. After ten minutes I grabbed his hand and led him to my bedroom and left the door wide open. I laid my man (who was about 30 at the time) on the bed, and continued sucking in his tongue while laying on top of him.
He separated from me long enough to ask. “What’s up? What did you want to tell me? What if Andy comes home?”
“Yeah, that’s just it. What if Andy comes home?” I answered. “He just might.”
That made Dan gasp a bit.
At that I pulled of my t-shirt and slipped out of my shorts, and presented myself to Chris with an erection that was diamond hard and leaking pre-cum in a steady flow like never before.
I moved close to Chris, my naked butt in the air facing the door, and whispered, “I want your beautiful cock in my mouth.” I unbuttoned his pants, and out it sprung, that penis I had sucked probably one hundred times or more before, looking more delicious than ever. I made love to the head, savoring the precum, getting him close to orgasm and then pulling back. I wanted this to last.
Fifteen minutes went by and I was still enjoying Chris’s cock when I heard the back door open and shut. It had to be Andy. School was out and it was time for him to come home. Chris flinched but I held him down and kept his cock in my mouth.
“Dad, I’m home,” Andy called,
I stopped blowing Chris long enough to answer, “I’m in my bedroom. Chris is here.” Then went back to running my lips and tongue up and down Chris’s penis.
“Hi Chris!” Andy answered. “What are you up to?”
Chris did not have time to answer. Andy was standing at the door, and all I heard was “Whoa!”
My butt was in the air for Andy to see, my hairless man pussy surely winking. I stopped blowing Chris long enough to say (with his cock still in my hand), “Sorry son. If this bothers you, go ahead and shut the door.”
Andy did just that. But he didn’t leave. Instead, he came in and stood next to the bed, staring with lust at Chris’s 8 inch beauty. “Isn’t it magnificent? Can you see why your dad can’t get enough of it?” And I put it back in my mouth and kept sucking.
Andy bent down to get a closer look as my tongue swirled around Chris’s cockhead. Did Andy want a taste? I wasn’t sure if he was just enjoying the show, or wanted to be a part of it. I was greedy anyway, not wanting to give up this wonderful cock in my mouth. I kept on sucking. With my son mesmerized.
Eventually, Andy stood up. I could tell he was disrobing, so I stopped to look. And Chris was fixated. Almost speechless. Andy unzipped and slowly pulled his pants down. No underwear. The length of his penis was revealed inch by inch before, wow, out it sprung. In front of his father, and neighbor he had known for almost five years. Six inches of 18 year old cock! I think Chris almost shot his load at the sight of it.
But Andy was more interested in what I was doing and what I had been sucking. Chris’s cock. I had wondered if Andy was a cocksucker and cock-lover like his dad. The answer came when he joined us in my bed, took Chris’s cock in his hand and then deep into his mouth. Chris moaned, and I masturbated at the sight.
After about 5 minutes, Andy stopped blowing Chris to say, “Sorry Dad. You were right! I can see why you love sucking this cock. It is beautiful and delicious and I am being greedy, Here ya go. I will suck on his balls.”
“Thank you. You are a wonderful son!”
Chris opened his legs wide so Andy could get at his testicles. Chris was in heaven. “This is better than a fantasy,” he said with passion and lust. “My lover and his son sucking my cock and balls. Mmmmmm…..”
Before going back down on Chris, I saw my son’s cock. Hard and dripping precum. The same reaction his dad has when a nice cock is in his mouth.
We both went to town going down our neighbor. Father and son sharing a passion for cock. A love of men. Of pleasing men.
After ten or so minutes of father and son slurping on Chris’s penis and testicles, Chris was close. And wanted to release his man juice somewhere else. “Andy, Andy,” Chris panted. “Would it be ok if I came in your dad’s butt?”
“I would LOVE to see that!” was Andy’s welcome response.
“Ohhh good… although I have fucked him dozens of times, your dad’s pussy is still tight. And wonderful. Would you help me get my cock in?”
“There is lube in my bedside drawer, son,” I added.
Andy said nothing. I cold hear the drawer open as I got on my knees to offer my butt. And then I felt it. Chris’s cock being guided into my hole by my son. I almost came at the thought and sensation.
It didn’t take long. When the whole length of Chris’s cock was up my man pussy, I felt it pulsate and release a load of sperm. He was still cumming as he pulled out. Andy pounced on our friend’s cock for the last two spurts. I felt left out but some of Chris’s juice had landed on the bed. I sat up and took some on my finger to savor, as cum dripped from my butthole. That’s when Andy shot a load that landed on my leg, which made me cum on my stomach.
The three of us looked at each other in disbelief.
“Did that just happen?” Chris exclaimed.
“Oh… my… god!” whimpered Andy.
I smiled. And after a few minutes. “Let’s get dressed and have a talk. Better yet, let’s NOT get dressed and have a talk. I’ll make dinner!”