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Some time had passed since that night when Albie caught me jerking off in my bed. Other than my intensified fantasies about my boy, nothing of interest had happened at home. With David, things had been very calm. We hadn't met up to chat online with any young guys, and we hadn't hung out as regular friends either.
At work one day, David came to see me in my office.
"Hey, man! So I was wondering if we could talk."
"Sure thing. What's up?"
David seemed nervous but also excited. He sat down in one of the armchairs, and I finished the e-mail I was working on.
"First, I've got to ask you. You remember when we were at the pub, looking for a boy on Grindr?"
"That time you weren't feeling too well? Right?"
"Exactly. Remember how that cute guy brought up incest fantasies, and we both admitted to kind of being into that kink?"
"I do, yes."
"Well, are you very much into that, or is it just like one small kink among many others?"
"Wha..? I mean, I'm not sure where you're going with this, but to be honest, yeah. I'd say it's one of my main kinks, for sure. You wanna trade some good daddy son pornos or what?"
"Sure we could, but I was thinking of something else. Have you ever had fantasies about your sons, Rob?"
This was starting to feel like an interrogation, but I knew where I had David. We had shared a lot of fun but inapproriate moments, so if there ever was anyone I could be candid with, it was him.
"I might have started to think more and more of Albie when I jerk off, for example. Yes." It felt weird saying it aloud. The words sounded crazy as I said them, but it was also liberating to be able to.
"Well, I don't judge you. He's very cute. And I've had the same thing going on for a very long time, fantasizing about my son. Now, that night at the pub is important to my point. That boy on Grindr sent us some photos. In one of that photo, where he showed off, I realized I recognized the backdrop. It was my son, Josh! The photo was taken in his bedroom, no doubt in my mind."
I was in complete disbelief. What are the odds?
"I was so confused. But then I remembered that he had written that he was turned on by his dad.... Me! So, when I got home I sat him down to have a talk with him, and I just brought it all up as it was, black on white. It was the two of us chatting with him, and that I had been happy to find out it was him. He was nervous, but he ended up jumping onto my lap and kissing me. He admitted to being attracted to me, as well as having deep feelings for me."
Was this real life? My dick got so hard from hearing this.
"We've been, let's say, dating since then, and I would say we're kind of, erhm, a couple now. Please, don't be disgusted! You're the only one I know that I can tell, and that I think might understand."
David looked so worried to hear my reaction.
"Man, I'm just happy for you! If you both want this, then I don't see where the problem is."
"Wow... I have the best friend in the whole wide world. Thanks for being so understanding, Rob."
"Haha! Great news! Although, I didn't see you as the settling down kind of guy." He had been single since his wife died ten years ago, and the David I had gotten to know when it came to sex didn't seem like a nurturing boyfriend type of person, haha.
"No, but since it's my son, it just feels different. But between you and me, I showed him my dominant side pretty early, and he was so into it, thank God!"
"Well, I know your style. I can picture it now. So you pound his boy pussy hard then, huh?", I said testing the waters a little.
"Rob, that's my son you're talking about!"
My heart jumped as I felt I had overstept a line.
"No, I'm kidding mate. It's still me, your pervy friend! And yes, I stuff him as often as I can, and he takes it like a champ. He's constantly full of cum, whether it's up his cunt or his throat. I'm very proud of him."
I started massaging my package, and David could tell. He seemed happy I was on board this deviant sex train.
"Yeah? Sounds fucking hot, David. He must be glad to have such a caring and generous father."
"So he says. I'm honestly suprised that he's such a cock hungry cum dump. I'm very happy with my boy. On that note, he's been asking about you. Since he was chatting with the both of us, he's been curious. Why don't you come by one day and visit?"
"Dave, are you implying what I think you are?"
"Sure am. Friends share, right?"
"Damn David. That would be fantastic. Count me in."
After our exchange I swayed between being in shock from the discovery, to being turned on at the idea of David and his son Josh sharing pleasure and love as father and son. In a way I was jealous at his sheer luck that it just played out that way. And remembering Josh, I knew David had a hot son too. He had raven hair, and fair skin, just like David. He was also an athletic young man, with quite some muscles going, even if he still had a boyish build. Dreamy as fuck!
I went to the bathroom at work. I had to cum. My dick was constantly either semi-hard or rock hard, and it was distracting me from work. In the stall, I sat down on the toilet seat. My dick in one hand, and my phone in the other, I jerked off to Josh's nudes that I still had access to through Grindr. Then, a notification. Josh had sent a message!
"Hi Robert! David told me you've had a talk, and I'm just thrilled you took the news well. Thanks for that! I don't want David to lose any friends or get into trouble because of me. Oh and I've got to say, you've got a yummy looking cock!"
Josh was referring to the photo David and I had sent of our dicks that night at the pub.
"Hey there sonny. No, yeah, I'm happy for the two of you. Doesn't seem weird to me at all. Would love to let you have a look IRL one day ;)"
Josh answered by sending a photo.
I almost jizzed as soon as I saw it. It was a photo of Josh on all fours, arching his back and displaying his boy pussy to the camera. His hariy young hole was gaping, and there was lots of cum dripping out.
"Here's how dad left me this morning before going to work. Thought you might enjoy the view. Shout-out to the photographer, daddy of course. And yes, IRL sounds great. You should come visit with David, soon!"
He had been filled with his dad's cum, and David was so proud of his work that he wanted to document it. I guess Josh was proud as well!
I ended up cumming to that photo. So hot!
The big news planted a seed of hope in me. I couldn't go on without trying to see if I had a chance at what David now had. I loved both of my sons equally, and I guess my ideal dream situation would be if we would all, the three of us, share beautiful intimate moments, and a life. But, Albie, my youngest was closest to me right now, seeing as we still lived together. First, I needed to find out if he was even attracted to men. I had a malicous plan. I'd be breaking the law, but I couldn't see any other way.
I came home after work, after a trip to the shops. Albie wasn't at home. "He must be hanging out with his band.", I thought to myself. Perfect! I went through the entire house to make sure, and I sent a text to him: "Hey son! You with the band or what? When will you be home?"
I started opening up the cardboard boxes from my latest purchase, when I got a text back.
"Dad, stop trying to control me. I'm an adult, not your little boy anymore. Step the fuck off."
Ouch! Not unusual for him to speak to me like that. I decided to think he'd be away for a while.
What I'd bought? Oh, some of the latest home video technology. More specifically, I had bought very small cameras, and some sort of camera program for my computer.
I went to Albie's room, and tried to find good places to hide the tiny, cordless cameras. I felt like a complete criminal, but I really had to find out. In his bookshelf, which he never touched anyways, I found a good spot, and atop his wardrobe. I installed everything in his room, and at my computer. With a click I could now see my son's bedroom in high quality, live. I couldn't wait for him to come home to see what I'd be able to find out.
A few hours and a few beers later, I heard the front door open. I went to greet my boy.
"Albie! Welcome home."
"Euh. Whatever."
"Hey, I hope you know my text only came from a place of caring. Just making sure you're alright."
"Uhhh, dad! It's just annoying. I feel like you're breathing down my neck, like always." I could feel the smell of alcohol on his breath, but he didn't seem very drunk.
"If you choose to interpret it that way, then that's on you."
I grabbed another beer from the fridge and went to my bedroom. The screen was still on, and after a couple of minutes I could see my son enter his room. He was wearing a band shirt, black jeans and converse. He was such a cliché in a way. And he kept his hair long and had died it black. I guess he felt edgy and wanted to rebell. To me he looked a bit ridiculous, but his natural beauty shone through of course. He had fair, smooth skin, blue gray eyes, and full, pouty, pink lips.
Albie opened a can of energy drink and sat at his computer. I could see him from two perspectives. From the side (wardrobe camera) and from behind (bookshelf camera). I could see his computer screen as well, and he was starting his go-to pc-game. I sat there for hours, reading a book, while he was simply gaming. The cameras had microphones as well, and I could hear him talking to his online friends. Nothing interesting came out of his mouth, only, to me, gaming gibberish. They were laughing and joking. Once in a while, Albie would say something quite offputting like "Oh my god, look at her boobs! What a whore!" (speaking about a character in the game no doubt), "Fuck, you suck at this, faggot!" (insulting one of his team mates). I was far from impressed by how he conducted himself online, to say the least... Then, he said goodnight to his friends and logged out of the game. I put my book down, hoping to see something interesting.
He went onto a website. I zoomed in the camera, and could see it was an online chatroom. "Do people still use those?", I wondered. I saw the word 'gay' in big letters. Bingo! Did this mean he was? Sadly, I couldn't see what he was typing. He then opened a new tab. Oh hell yes! He started watching gay porn. I even recognized the video. An older man was seducing a twink at a bar. I had seen that one!
I activated the recording function. I guessed I might need this in the future, but I also assumed I just broke yet another law by doing that.
The other camera showed my boy touching his jeans, groping himself. He unbuckled his belt and opened his fly. A massive cock flung out of his jeans. What? He was much bigger than me. I was surprised. But his size didn't really matter to me.
My heart was beating fast. It was a thrill doing something so forbidden, yet so hot. And I got to watch my son pleasure himself. Win win! My hand was now in my underwear. It felt special, like we were sharing this moment, jerking off together at the same time.
Albie stood up, took his shirt off, along with his jeans and underwear. My eyes were wide open as I watched my son fully naked. Ass! We have ass! He had a delightfully small and skinny ass, matching his skinny build. It was the kind of ass where the pussy was almost exposed no matter how he would pose, you know? Sadly it wasn't exposed, but it was just out of reach! He sat back down on his gaming chair and continued jerking off. Lovely to watch my son enjoy his own body.
He then put a finger in his mouth, and then played with his left nipple as he continued to jerk off with his other hand. His cockhead glistened. Precum! Then something happened that made me so very happy. He took that same finger he had teased his little pink nipple with, put it back in his mouth, and then put it between his ass cheeks. He scootched forward in his seat, so his hole was more exposed. Beautiful pink and smooth boy pussy! My son's boy pussy! I couldn't believe my luck. He proceeded to play with the opening, using his spit covered finger. In a circular movement, he teased his hole, and I could now hear him moan and breath deeply. He slapped his pussy with his index finger before starting to insert his finger up his boy hole. "Uhhhhhh." I groaned in bliss of what I was watching.
He was now massaging his inner pussy and moaning a bit louder. I guess had discovered his boy-G-spot. Then he started finger fucking himself. He was being quite rough to his hole, as he was still fapping his huge boy cock. After a short moment, his moaning grew more intense, and finally he came, and my boy's cum squirted high up into the air, landing on his chest, neck and face. Oh my god! My son. I was watching my son covering himself in cum. When I thought the show was over, he gathered the cum on his cheek and chin with the index finger he had used to fuck himself, and put it to his lucious lips. He was tasting himself, his cum and his ass. Dirty, dirty boy indeed! I couldn't believe my eyes. "Thank you God", I said in a soft voice, looking up to the ceiling. I wasn't a religious man, but this moment could almost have actually turned me to God.
My head was spinning. For how long had he been doing this? For how long had he been attracted to men? I thought back to his childhood, and his teen years. I had never seen any signs. He had had a couple of girlfriends throughout the years, but for very short periods of time. I couldn't think of any girlfriend that lasted more than two weeks. Maybe he was actually gay. He had been hiding it for all these years, and I felt heartbroken had to carry that on his own, and that he didn't feel like he could tell me. Maybe I could encourage him to come clean?...
