(Three months after Chapter 1)
"Hey, dad, look at this," said Blair, as he handed me a flyer that was wedged in our front door. "There's an Uzbekistani restaurant opening downtown. We should go."
"Do you even know where Uzbekistan is?" I asked.
"Somewhere in Asia? I think. Maybe."
"Do you know what kinds of food Uzbekistani's eat? How do you know you’d even like it?”
"No and I don’t. But, that’s not the point! We've never eaten Uzbekistani. We've got to try. It'll be fun."
This was so Blair. Curious and adventurous to a fault from an early age. If he could get out of the house when he was a small child, he'd run down the street until he got lost. (And, I'd have to find him before I got in trouble with child protection services.) But, he'd do it again and again. Or riding a bicycle and crashing because his legs were too short. He’d keep trying no matter how many scrapes and bruises. Or, alcohol on too many occasions. Or, come to think of it, sex with his father!
Blair, Connor, and I dined at the Uzbekistani restaurant a few days later. We enjoyed it and had a great night out as a family. Blair was happy, commenting, “There’s a Cambodian restaurant in Riverside!”
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A lot has happened in the last three months. Without going into all the back and forth, my lawyer and a lawyer in the DA's office negotiated a settlement of the charges against Blair. It was agreed that Blair would attend AA meetings for six months and perform 100 hours of community service. Although I don't think Blair is an alcoholic, I do believe the meetings are good for him. In the meetings, he gets to freely talk about his experiences and hear tough feedback, plus he hears the experiences (mostly bad) of others. As for community service, Blair works with Adam, another young man who got in trouble with the law, at a city park picking up trash, weeding, hoeing, mulching, and doing other "crap" jobs (Blair's description) no one wants to do. He comes home exhausted, sweaty, and dirty beyond belief, but that's probably a good thing too.
Blair's co-worker at the park, Adam, is a 20-year old kid. He and Blair have become friends. Blair invited him to dinner one night, so that Connor and I could meet him. Adam's a personable young man, smart and well spoken, with an engaging smile and beautiful smooth skin (although I tried not to stare). He's in community service because he slugged a guy several times for bullying his sister. A policeman saw the confrontation. When the policeman intervened and told Adam to stop, Adam talked back to him and threw one more punch at the bully. (Adam admits he was wrong for fighting.) The result was community service.
A day or two after the dinner Adam surprised Blair by revealing that he was gay and lived with his boyfriend, Rick, who I met briefly. Blair was stoked to hear the news because that made Adam his first out friend. His friend and classmate, Barry, who he had fooled around with on the post-graduation trip, didn't really count because he was so deep in the closet that they couldn't discuss "gay stuff" in a whisper, inside a car, at 2:00 a.m., in a park, in the middle of nowhere. (Maybe an exaggeration but not by much.)
As for the sex, after the first blow job, Blair gave me BJs for 21 consecutive days! How about that for a loyal son! The streak ended, unfortunately, when I had to go out of town for five days on a business trip. I can assure you, however, that after 21 days Blair knew how to give a great BJ. Plus, he asked several times to get face fucked. And, he always swallowed every drop. And, he always thoroughly cleaned my dick afterward.
After my first post business trip BJ, I said to Blair, "At first, you didn't like sucking cock, but now you do, don't you?"
As he was in the process of swallowing my load, Blair hesitated before he said, "Yeah. It's great having my dad's huge dick down my throat."
"Thanks for using the words 'huge' and 'dick" together when describing me." We both laughed.
"And, you like to take my load?"
"God, yes. I've used to the taste."
"Really? Lots of people don't like swallowing."
"I do now."
One late evening a few days later, I put Blair's declaration to the test. I was enjoying a relaxing JO session in my bedroom when Blair came home early from his waiter job.(Usually, he doesn't get home until I'm asleep.) As he walked down the hall to his bedroom, I opened the door to my room — one hand on the doorknob and one hand jacking on my hard cock — and asked, "How was waitering tonight?"
"Great! I had several good tables and got fab tips. And, even a phone number from a gay couple!"
"Wow! Congrats."
"If I made tips like that every night …” Blair’s voice trailed off, probably imaging the European trip he's always wanted.
"What about the phone number?"
"Oh, that!" Blair laughed. "It's nice for the ego, but I doubt I'll call."
The conversation paused, as Blair looked at my hand beating on my hard cock. Blair said, "Looks like you're having a fab night too."
"Yeah, well, just watchin TV.”
“That must be a good show! Maybe, I should watch it.” I tried to suppress a laugh. "I've had that cock down my throat enough times to know when you're about to blow. And, I think that's about now."
"In about 20 seconds," I said.
Blair approached me, dropped to his knees and swallowed my cock completely. Within seconds, I pumped a small tidal wave of cum into Blair's mouth. He gulped down the cum like the pro he is now.
When he finished cleaning my cock, Blair said, "My night's perfect now."
"So’s mine."
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The next morning, after Connor left for swim practice and school, I was sitting at the kitchen island drinking coffee and reading some documents I'd need for work, Blair wasn't up yet, so I decided "what the hell" and dropped my shorts and stated jacking off. I jacked hard on my shaft and rubbed the head of my dick between my fingers furiously for several minutes. I wanted to cum quickly.
“Dad!” I was interrupted by Blair walking into the kitchen looking for his morning coffee. He was naked and disheveled, every follicle of hair pointing in a different direction.
"Jesus, Blair, you scared me!”
“Then, don’t turn your back to the doorway when you’re jacking off! Where’s Connor?”
“Off to swim practice.”
“My bro, a fish.”
As he said this, Blair strode quickly over and knelt in front of me. I leaned forward on my chair, and my cock disappeared into Blair's mouth. Seconds later I erupted, spewing a hot load into Blair's throat. Like the talented cock sucker he's become, Blair swallowed every drop.
"Last night and now this morning. How do you like getting all my jizm without all the work?" As I said, "work," I made air quotes with my fingers.
"I love sucking, but anytime you need to just dump a load, come find me."
I arched my eyebrow. “You say that to all the boys, don't you?”
“No, dad. Just you. You're oversexed, you know."
“I'm not oversexed.”
"Late last night. And, now, this morning."
"What can I say."
“You can say ‘Blair, the coffee’s ready.’”
“The coffee's ready. Do you need more cream!"
Blair moaned. "That's lame! You were expelled from comedy school, weren't you?"
Late that night, probably a little after midnight, I took Blair up on his offer. I was jacking off again before bed (not bad for 40 something — three times in 24 hours). When I was on the verge of cuming, I peeked into the hallway and saw a sliver of light under Blair's door. I glanced further down the hall and saw no light under Connor's. I soundlessly tiptoed across the hall to Blair's room and pushed the door open without knocking. Blair was on the bed naked, reading something on his phone. After closing the door, I moved rapidly toward Blair. He dropped his phone, sat up, and my hard cock slipped seamlessly into his mouth like we'd spent hours choreographing a dance move. This time, it took all of about a minute before I unleashed jets of jism into Blair's mouth. Again, Blair swallowed all the cum.
"Thanks," I whispered.
"Like I said, anytime!" Blair cleaned my shaft and cock head with his tongue before letting me return to my room.
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A day or two later, Blair broached the subject. It wasn't as if I had never thought of it, but I didn't think it was appropriate. Even after he said something, I remained skeptical, thinking it was "out of bounds" for fathers and sons. Blair was disappointed with my reaction and argued in favor. We continued our discussion for several days. Finally, I relented, mostly because I was getting horny thinking about it.
"Okay, it's your decision," I said. "If you want me to fuck you, I will."
Blair tried to respond but couldn't quite get the words out, since I said it while he was choking on a particularly large load of cum. When he finally cleared his throat, he said, "Awesome! You'll be a good teacher."
"You'll have my undivided attention. How about tomorrow morning after Connor goes to school? My room."
"Sounds like a fucking plan."
I groaned. "I see I'm not the only one who was kicked out of comedy school!"
Of course, I went to bed and couldn't sleep until the wee hours of the morning. Instead, I tossed and turned and thought about the reality of what was going to happen. I was deeply worried that this would change our relationship. I'd made many gay friends over the years and, many times after deciding to have sex, the friendship cooled or ended. I didn't want a similar split in our father/son relationship. Blair's point was that we'd been having oral sex for months and nothing bad had happened. Why should we have difficulties in our relationship just because the sex was anal? He was right, but I still worried that this experiment might not end well.
I don't think I fell asleep until 4:00. I snapped awake sometime after 6:00, realizing that I was late in getting to the kitchen to see Connor off. I slipped on a pair of shorts and sprinted downstairs, knowing that my cock would soon be buried in Blair's hole.
"Sorry, Connor, I overslept."
"No problem."
"Have you eaten enough?"
"Yeah, I had cereal, toast, and scrambled some eggs. I'll be fine."
Minutes later, Connor's ride honked. He grabbed his stuff and rushed out the door. In the minute that followed, I finished my glass of orange juice, thought about Blair, and my cock hardened to a full 7 inches inside my shorts.
I dropped my shorts right there in the kitchen and sprinted up the stairs, my raging hard on leading the way. As my head cleared the top of the stairs, I could see Blair standing by the door to my room completely naked and erect. He was beautiful — smooth, downy skin glistening in the sunlight that was shinning through the open door to my room, wavy hair topping his head, clear dark eyes, a marvelous seven-plus-inch cock with a shiny purple dickhead pointing up to his torse, and the biggest smile you could imagine. Just wow! When I reached Blair, I put my hand on his shoulder and guided him into my bedroom.
"Get on the bed. Suck me. My cock slipped easily into Blair's mouth. Oh, man. The heat of his mouth; the wetness that washed over my dick, the sensation of his tongue as it fondled my cockhead. After a few minutes, I said, "Lie on your stomach!" Blair complied swiftly and silently. I spread his legs and knelt between them. I ran a finger down his ass crack, finishing on his balls. I did this over and over, each time going a little deeper into his crack. With each pass of my finger down his crack, Blair moaned with pleasure.
I soon substituted my tongue, sliding it up and down Blair's crack, eliciting even louder moans and groans, references to "God," and exclamations of complete bliss. I buried my tongue in his crack until I found the opening to his hole. I assaulted his hole with full tongue force, licking it, slobbering on it, and finally getting the tip of my tongue inside him. By this time, Blair was writhing on his bed practically screaming over and over, "Oh, God. Don't stop." I then replaced my tongue with a finger and probed his hole for several minutes.
"I've got something better than my tongue and finger," I said. With that, I grabbed lube from the side table and squirted some onto his hole and on my cock.
"Give me your cock! Now!"
"Don’t worry, I will."
With that, I placed my hard cock on his opening and pushed. I didn't break through Blair's sphincter, but still Blair gasped from the force of the push. I applied more pressure to the head of my dick, and I watched as the head slowly pierced Blair's hole. After a few seconds, it cleared the gateway to Blair's chute, but not before Blair cried out. I also heard him inhaling air with short sharp gasps to counter the pain and discomfort.
I stopped pushing to allow Blair to get used to the invader. When Blair indicated that it was okay to proceed, I said, "Now, I'm going to start pushing in again. As deep as I can go."
Blair nodded his assent, although I noticed Blair grabbed a clump of bedspread, anticipating more pain. I started pushing in. There was an occasional groan or grunt from Blair but nothing to indicate he was suffering. Soon, I was as far in as I could go; my pelvic region squished as hard as possible against Blair's ass cheeks.
"Okay, I'm all the way in. Now, I'm going to start thrusting."
I slowly withdrew my cock until only the head was inside Blair and just as slowly drove it back in. I did this several times before increasing my pace. Soon, I established a thrusting motion, albeit somewhat slow, that I liked. As I plunged in, I enjoyed the smack-smack sound of my crotch hitting Blair's ass. What a turn on! I also enjoyed the beautiful music created by Blair's groans each time I buried my cock to the hilt.
Next, I withdrew and instructed Blair to flip over on his back. When he did so, I raised Blair's legs so that they were on my shoulders. I then guided my cock back up Blair's chute and resumed fucking. Eventually, I lowered my body so that my torso was on his, our faces just inches apart. As I thrust repeatedly and deeply into him, I looked into Blair's eyes and saw contentment, happiness, peace.
"This is one of the best moments of my life," Blair whispered.
"You and me both."
"It feels so wonderful. I wish you'd never have to stop."
In response, I thrust harder into Blair and was surprised that I was on the edge of cuming. I pride myself on my stamina when fucking, but I wasn't going to last long today. The cum was churning in my balls and soon rushing up my shaft. Maybe, I was too horny. Maybe, it was because I was fucking my son.
"I'm cuming," I had no thought of pulling out.
With a loud shout, I blasted my load into Blair. Over and over, I shot streams of cum deep into his guts, grunting with each blast. I expelled more semen than usual, confirming that I'd gotten overly horny contemplating fucking my son. While spewing, Blair's arms encircled my body and pulled me completely on him; our faces side by side. When my orgasm subsided, we didn't move, disentangling only when my now flaccid penis slipped from Blair's hole.
We fucked every morning for the next week!
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Two weeks after I first fucked Blair, my office was placed on "Def Com One," because we were having a face to face meeting with our largest and most lucrative client! No work from home. That meant dark suit, white shirt, red tie, black dress shoes. We were instructed to say "Yes, sir." to any request from our client's "big honchos." The secretarial staff was ordered to provide everything from coffee and snacks to typing services, if needed. Interns were required to sit by their computers all day (no lunch) to instantly provide any necessary research. I swear even the custodial staff was on alert.
I anticipated that the conference would last all day but, the meeting went well and it ended about 2:30, I'd had enough office for the day. I told my boss that I was going home to work. I purposely neglected to tell him I also intended to indulge in an "adult beverage" and sit in the hot tub with said beverage.
As I pulled up to the house to park, I saw two cars parked in the driveway. I'd seen one car before but couldn't remember who owned it. I quickly paged through a mental check list of Blair's friends, but there are so many and no one with a car like that came to mind. I assumed Blair and his friends would be in the kitchen or adjacent family room, but these rooms were quiet as I walked through the house. Only as I climbed the stairs, did I hear some talking and laughing from Blair's room. Since the door was open, I poked my head in intending to say "Hi," and see who was visiting, but I was stopped at the threshold, as if some force field barred my entry. Blair and his friend, Adam, and boyfriend, Rick, as well as two other guys I didn't know were in the room. Blair was laying on his back with his legs on Adam's shoulders, Adam fucking him. One of the guys I didn't know was giving Rick a BJ. I should've scurried away to my room, but I was frozen in place. Eventually — maybe 15 seconds later — Adam noticed me.
"Hi, Mr. L," Adam said in a normal voice with no panic. He didn't stop fucking Blair.
I nodded an acknowledgement. Without looking, Blair nonchalantly said, "Dad, I thought you'd be in the office all day."
"Obviously," I thought to myself, but out loud I said, "Meeting ended. We got several important contractual provisions ironed out, especially section 11(b) of the production contract. And, we reached an agreement on pricing." I got blank stares from the assembled crowd like I had just announced that creatures from Jupiter were coming to dinner. I realized I was babbling gobbledygook about things the kids had absolutely no interest in, all in an attempt to avoid the awkwardness of the situation. While I babbled, Adam continued to fuck Blair, as if this was a totally normal situation. Finally, I said something halfway cogent, "Well, I'll leave you guys to your fun!"
"You don't have to leave. Stay! Meet my friends! You've met Rick, Adam's boyfriend?" Since we'd met once briefly, we nodded and smiled at each other. "And, that's Tom. And that's Matt, his boyfriend. Matt merely waived to me, as he was busily sucking Rick's cock. They're the couple that gave me their contact info at the restaurant a couple of months ago."
I actually got to shake hands with Tom, who was naked and hard, because he was just watching everyone else.
"And, you know Adam," my son finished the intros. For some reason, Adam offered me his hand, and we shook. A first for me; shaking hands with a guy who’s fucking my son at the same time.
"Hey, Blair, you've got a smoking hot dad, "Matt said. To me, he added, "Why don't you ditch the suit and join the fun?" Several "Yeses" indicated unanimous agreement with that statement.
Seconds later my suit and shoes were in a pile in one corner of the room. Instantly, Matt was on me kissing and caressing my body, hands seemingly everywhere from tweaking my nipples, to fondling my balls, to probing my ass with a finger. He dropped to his knees and my quickly expanding cock soon slid down his throat. Meanwhile, Tom, who had been watching the others, moved swiftly to suck Rick's abandoned dick. Within minutes, the room was filed with the sounds of sucking and fucking.
I started thrusting into Matt's mouth. I wanted my dick down that sweet young throat. Matt's lips were soon in my pubic hair, as my cock had vanished down his throat. I grabbed the back of Matt's head to push him down further on my cock, even though that was probably impossible. Matt's talented mouth caressed my cock, transforming it into a piece of rock hard granite. Matt sucked, slobbered, and licked my cockhead and shaft. His hand continued to massage my balls.
As Matt sucked me, I had a birds-eye view of Adam's magnificent eight-inch cock ramming into Blair's hole. No offense to Matt, but watching Adam fuck Blair would've made me hard, even without Matt's mouth work. Adam soon shouted, "I'm gonna cum!" and seconds later with a sharp intake of breath and an "Oh, fuck," he exploded into Blair's hole. When he was finished, Adam rested for a few seconds before slowly withdrawing his cock.
"I'm next," said Tom. "I want some of that sweet pussy!" Within seconds, his cock was buried in Blair's creamy ass. Poor Rick! Once again, he was odd man out. There was no one to suck his cock, as Adam had collapsed on a chair.
Matt took my hard cock from his mouth and said, "Fuck me." He didn't have to ask twice. I lubed my cock, even though it was already covered with spital and slid a lube-covered finger into Matt's hole. Seconds later, I was thrusting inside Matt's butt. Wow! What an unexpected end to the afternoon! I looked around the room and saw Tom fucking my son, Blair; me fucking Tom's partner, Matt; and Rick now inserting his hard on into Matt's unoccupied mouth. It was a noisy room. Thank goodness Connor wasn't home!
Rick was the first to cum (probably because he didn't want to be abandoned again), dumping a load in Matt's mouth. Matt swallowed and smacked his lips in satisfaction. I gave Rick a thumbs up. Next, Tom exploded; his cum joining Adam's in Blair's used hole. Tom was a noisy "dumper," yelling and screaming, as he came. Lastly, I filled Matt's chute with my cum, spurting over and over deep inside him. "I love that daddy cum," Matt announced to the room when I was finished. All of us collapsed on bed or floor to recover from our sexual workout. I complimented Matt on his talented mouth and tongue. Adam and Tom raved that "Blair has a fucking sweet ass."
This caused Rick to pout, "Well, I didn't get a chance at Blair's 'fucking sweet ass.'"
"How about doing this again next week? Blair, ya up for it?" said Tom.
"God, yes, I'm all in," said Blair.
"I'm in too," said Matt. "I want more daddy cum!"
"I'll save up some jizz just for you," I said, replying to Matt.
"I get first dibs on Blair's ass," said Rick.
"It's decided then," said Tom. "Next Tuesday, it is."
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Later that night, when we were alone, I asked Blair a question that had been bothering me all day. "We've been screwing for like two weeks. Yet, I come home and you're bottoming for a bunch of guys. I'm not sure how to ask this, but isn't that kind of quick to move on to a group situation?"
"No, because for the last several years I've dreamed about bottoming for a group. That's was my dream, even before bottoming for you the first time. Now, that I've done it, I want to keep doing it. It was lots of fun. I can't wait until next Tuesday."
"I guess doing it with just your old man will be kinda boring from now on."
"Don't say that!. I'll always want to do it with you."
"Well, it was fun watching you get pounded out by your hot friends."
Blair smiled. "It was hot having my dad watch. How about we eat Cambodian tonight?"
"Do you even know what Cambodians eat?"
The group met three more times before summer ended. Then, Blair went off to college and Adam and Rick moved away. I miss those get-togethers. It was always fun fucking Matt and I got to fuck Rick once, plus I watched Blair take many loads.
(To be continued)
