Gay Boi’s Secrets: The summer I turned 22, I spent the entire summer with my college roommate and his family at their summer home in Cape Cod. I fell hard for Chip’s father. Now you must understand, Chip was blonde, handsome, athletic, popular and leanly muscled. He was confident and a leader, and yet, despite his obvious sexual appeal, I never thought about him in that way. But it was his Dad, that became the source of my lust and intense sexual interest. Like Chip, Mr. Thomas was extremely handsome, grey and distinguished with an obvious look of privilege and an air of confidence and sophistication. He worked on Wall Street, was well-connected and driven, and yet was kind and engaging. The first time I saw him in his bathing trunks, I was mesmerised. He was soft, round and smooth with a long torso for his height and short legs. His ass was round and big and his nipples sat perfectly on his wide chest. His belly was broad and soft. I literally was instantly hard. I had known of my attraction to older men, but this felt different. He was Dad in every sense of the word. He had a beautiful wife, prosperous career and perfect children. He took care of everyone well and was so respectable! And there, I was with a hard-on thinking about how much I wanted to suck his cock and taste his ass. I felt like a pervert, and yet, it was liberating too. I do know that I was staring at him for a moment too long, and I think that he noticed my obvious attention and interest. Perhaps he was flattered, perhaps he was repelled…or maybe both or just curious and horny. The summer went on. Chip became more invested with his summer friends, still attentive to his college roommate in residence with him, but also gravitating to familiar haunts and activities with other friends. His parents would arrive to the home every Thursday night and stay there through Sunday late afternoon. Mrs Thomas was gorgeous, and yet there was a distance and coolness to her not evident in her husband. I never saw them kiss or exchange much affection, which only fuelled my sexual fantasies and desires more for her husband. He was gregarious and warm and always genuinely glad to see me when he arrived. The first weekend he arrived without his wife, Chip was off with summer friends and it was the two of us alone in the cottage. It was my opportunity and a huge risk too. I kept thinking that he needed hot sex with an adoring cock sucking ass worshipping horny Son. I was in the pool when he arrived and I suggested that he join me for a swim. It felt deliberate that he chose the same swim trunks that he had worn weeks previously when I first saw him. He had a broad smile on and walked to the pool, and this time I made no attempt to hide the fact that I was staring at him. He smiled, his hands made his way to his crotch and rested for moment on his crotch. I could see that the outline of his growing cock. My eyes fleeted between his crotch and his eyes. I was so incredibly excited, yet afraid too. I wanted Dad to make the first move, and yet knew, that it was mine to make. I climbed out of the pool, my trunks were clinging to my butt and my cock which was half-hard and I stood next to him. “I really want to suck your cock.” The words came out of my mouth as I whisper. “I know you do Son.” He took by the hand and I followed him to their bedroom. It felt surreal as I followed him. His soft fleshy back and wide ass were such a contrast to my lean form. When we got to their bedroom, he closed the door and we faced one another both fully hard. His cock was thick and long and was tenting his swim shorts. “So you said, you wanted to suck my cock, Son…”. I fell to my knees in front of him as he pulled his swim trunks down. His cock was cut, thick and long. He had big balls covered in soft grey hair. “ I knew you were a cocksucker Son, that day at the beach when you could not take your eyes off of me:” I nodded, my eyes fixed on his, as I opened my lips. My tongue connected with the head of his cock and I bathed it with my warm saliva. His hands were on the back of my head and he urged me forward. “You like Daddy’s cock don’t you Son. C’mon taste it, lick it, show me what your mouth is for.” The head of his cock found the side of my cheeks as I enveloped it with my tongue. He tasted of sweat, musk and piss. He had worked hard all week providing for his family, and I wanted my mouth, tongue and lips to satisfy his Dad cock. My hands found his wide, soft ass and I imagined his pink smooth pucker as his cock grew more engorged finding my ready and receptive throat. “Damn, you sure are one hot cocksucker Son! Bet my son, Chip enjoys your mouth”. I shook my head no, as my throat continued to receive his thrusting cock. I wanted Dad to know that his cock was the only one that I craved. With a mouth full of cock, anticipating his load, I was not prepared when he pulled his cock out of his mouth, walked me to their bed and pulled down my bathing trunks. His hands took my much smaller cock into his hands. “Daddy likes cock too”. The words were so exciting. He laid us down on the bed my face in his cock, his face in my cock, and soon there we were father and son, sucking, licking, teasing and eating each others cocks. His fingers found my pucker and I followed him in turn. I was finger-fucking Dad while I sucked his cock. He in turn was finger-fucking me and sucking my cock. It was more than I could handle. My load came quickly and Dad swallowed. By the time I shot my last ounce of cum down his throat, his cock erupted into mine. I was swallowing him as well as the Son who he had made simultaneously, as he continued to finger fuck my hungry asshole. After we kissed our first kiss, we shared each others cum, father and son, both still hungry yet satisfied for the moment, content in the knowledge that this was only the beginning of our secret affair. That weekend, Chip headed to Martha’s Vineyard for the weekend with some friends. I stayed behind with his father. I spent most of the weekend with his father in his parent’s bed. I had never fucked either a man or a woman. His father’s pink warm tight asshole was the first that my tongue tasted, licked and worshipped. “You need to fuck your Father, Son”. It was both a command and a statement of our mutual lust. He was on all fours, his wide soft ass spread open for me affording me an exciting view of his low hanging full balls which were wet with my salvia. My cock entered him. He was tight, and warm. I felt the enormity of our intimacy as I pushed my cock forward into his ass. I was fucking Dad, the only man that I ever truly would ever want to fuck. “Come on Son, fill your old man with some of your young sperm. Fuck that ass, stud.” As he encouraged me, I felt more male than I had ever felt in my life. This would be the only hole and the only warm place that my boy cock would ever need. My load came quickly and deeply into him. “Fuck, yeah…fuck your old man”. I was spent, delirious in the fact, that I had fucked my first ass, my first Dad. I fell off him, In a few moments, he was whispering in my air. “My boy got some ass, now Dad needs some pussy”. His tongue was in my ear. “Daddy needs pussy.” I nodded my consent. I was his pussy. He was my ass. He fucked me that night twice, first missionary style on my back and then hours later, I mounted his cock and rode him as he lay on his back. “You are such a good-cocksucking wife with such a hot pussy, Son”. I shot my load all over Daddy’s chest as he filled my pussy yet again with his sperm. I knew that his wife would never be able to replace me, and that the two of us had found the perfect partner for our shared perversions.
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