My Son Dick's tales

Lionel has a man-to-man conversation now with his son Dick. He shows him his respect and knows then Dick knows he'd been syping them. But Dick rewards his father now with a blowjob.

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You came on the corridor

I didn’t know how to look at them at breakfast. In Frank’s eyes I saw a kind of light, possibly not love, but a strong resolution to continue being his brother’s lover. But it was curious how weirdly Dick was looking at me all breakfast with an intent look as if he was expecting me to say something, as if he already knew what I had done yesterday. Both my children had everything on now, of course, but also with clothes I started finding them now two really sexy boys and the fact that I knew they had had sex with each other kept me totally hard at breakfast.

Finally I went to the kitchen to do the washing up and I was surprised that my son Dick came after me and I became totally nervous when he told me.

-Dad, I wanna have a man-to-man conversation with you now.

-Tell me, Dick.

-Well, dad, for years you’ve known I’m gay. But yesterday and I still can’t believe it, I had sex with Frank, everything dad, we even fucked each other.

-If that is the case, my son -I said turning at last and looking into his eyes-, and since I guess it is consensual, both of you can only have your father’s blessing for that and if after now you even wanna sleep together, you’ll always count on me and have my blessing.

-I got more to tell you, dad. But first thank you: I’ll tell Frank now and we can be lovers. I’m sure that’s what he wants. We don’t love each other yet, that I know of, but it's obvious he liked a lot what we did yesterday. But I said I got more to tell you, dad.

-Then tell me, Dick.

-In everything we did yesterday, both Frank and I came in my bed but suddenly I realized I had not locked the door and when I was about to do it, I saw there was semen on the corridor and it was neither his nor mine, so it must have been yours. You came on the corridor, dad, so you must have been spying us and saw what we did. Is this the case, dad?

I went totally red then, didn’t know how to look at my son.

-Don’t blush, dad and please tell me: I’m not reproaching you.

-I had to cross the corridor to go to my bedroom when I saw your bedroom door open and you were jacking off totally nude in bed. I know I shouldn’t have remained on the corridor then but oh, forgive me, I couldn’t help it.

-Go on, dad.

-Then I saw your brother approaching you and heard your Morgan’s lust for Mark and saw how you soon sucked each other’s cock. Don’t know why seeing both my sons having sex with each other turned me on so much that I didn’t wanna leave. I thought then, maybe it was just a feeble excuse to myself, that in case you ever knew that your father knows, you would have my total respect and as I told you before, also my blessing. And you also have my blessing, Dick, for being an erotic author. I would even like to find your stories and read them.

-My nick in a website that I could show you later in Dick Taylor.

-Why Taylor?

-Of course I’m not gonna use my real surname. So I chose Taylor. Have you finished everything about yesterday, dad?

-Well, I saw you both naked with very hot bodies by the way and then I heard you say that the story continued and Frank told you he’d play the part of Mark completely. I couldn’t leave the corridor and had to stay there and even watch you two fucking and if you pardon your father for saying so, it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen and it’s so arousing. Ok, I promise I won’t spy you anymore but I’d love to read your stories.

-Dad, just the same as I thank you for the respect you’re showing both my brother and I, you can be sure you also have my respect for what you did. I must inform Frank that you know and after now we can sleep together as lovers so far. But all the time we’ve been talking, I’ve seen you totally hard under your sweatpants and somehow, I have to pay you back for what you’ve done. It’s not punishment, just paying back, you’re still horny, so off with your sweatpants.

I can’t believe how fast everything was now, but he pulled down my pants and having no time to react, I saw Dick taking my cock in his mouth and sucking it!

-In less than 24 hours, dad, I’ve sucked my brother’s cock and now I’m sucking my father’s and you knew nothing but I’ve spent years wanking over both Frank and you and imagining I was blowing you. So you’ll behave good with me now and allow me to continue, won’t you?

-Dick, a son shouldn’t blow his father but it’s obvious you want to do this and just the same as I have respected you for the lust for your brother, I’ll respect you now for the lust you feel for your father, something I didn’t know, Dick’s lust for Lionel, I’d call it now.

My first blowjob by a man, my own son Dick, was being more exquisite than any I had had from girls and I told him. In that moment the secret desire entered me of sucking both my sons’ cocks.

-Thanks for what you’re doing, Dick, but I’m cumming. Take your mouth off my cock or drink my cum, you choose.

He didn’t withdraw his mouth so I filled my eldest son with a large load of fatherly cum.

-So good Dick, thank you.

He suddenly kissed my mouth.

-Now I’m gonna inform Frank.

-Dick -I told him just then-, I not only want to read your stories but if neither Frank nor you get shocked, I’d also play the part of any character you choose and just the same as Frank did everything your fictitious Mark did, I’d also do whatever the character you choose may be doing, anything, and with the both of you.

Dick winked at me and was fast to inform his brother of everything that had just happened and assured him of my respect: now they could start a lovers’ time.

Five minutes later, Frank came to me with moist eyes, thanked me and also kissed my mouth.

That very afternoon after their classes, Dick came to me holding a story and before his brother he said.

-Now the three of us could star in this story.

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