When I came out to my folks it was a tense time. Mom was completely in my court but Dad had his time dealing with the fact that his son was one of those queers that he and his buddies talked so disparaging about. It took some time, but he finally came to accept me as a gay man, but it took me moving away and allowing things to play out.
This allowed him to see that I was no different from who I was growing up, just happier now that I didn't have to keep a facade up to hide a big portion of myself from the world. He came to the understanding that this is who I am. And the distance allowed me to become more of who I am. I developed some friends who were like me, young freaks looking for a top to fuck me like the slut I am. Turns out, we shared similar tastes in men as well. None of us were into the effeminate twinks who spent most of their free time trying to make themselves pretty little things. We were guys and we wanted to bed down other guys, which usually meant older fellows who had been around the block a few times.
I ended up dating a few guys but nothing that lasted very long. Each time I swore I found the one only to have him tear my heart out. My friends were good for emotional support over a few drinks but to soothe my broken spirit I found an ally in my neighbor, Mr. Warren.
He was an older gay man, about my dad's age, who lived in the house next door to my little piece of real estate in suburbia. He talked me through a few break ups and helped me see that I was a worthy man who got screwed by one of life's assholes. We often would spend a weekend night drinking a beer on one or the other's back porch. In a way he was a surrogate dad for me and I was the son he never had.
This was my life for a few years. Work during the week and go out on the weekend, with an occasional period of dating. Throw in the phone calls home to touch base with my parents and there you had me wrapped up in a nutshell.
That was fine until I got the phone call which disrupted everything. Dad was retired and bored as fuck. Mom got tired of him being under her feet day in, day out, so she urged him to visit me. Fuck!!
I love my dad but I was so different now from when I was living in a fake reality. I wasn't ready to go back into a closet to make his version of me clean enough to meet his approval. Mr. Warren hit me with a reality check. He urged me to just be myself. He told me that he didn't see a hedonistic lifestyle that I should be ashamed of. And if he didn't approve, well, he didn't have to live it, did he?
Besides, I was probably placing him on a pedestal he didn't want to be on. He would probably enjoy letting his hair down around your friends and just being a regular guy. You might be surprised.
Turns out, he was right. Dad was cool about me and my life. I am gay. It's a part of me, but it's not the only part. Once I got comfortable about that things were a lot more relaxed. Dad got to see where I worked and met my buddies. He instantly fit in with them as they tried to get as many embarrassing stories about me out of him that they could. It was at this point that I discovered something I wish I hadn't.
My friends not only liked having dad around, the group of sexual deviants were completely attracted to him. The guys would fight over who got to sit next to him and I could swear I saw their hands going to places they shouldn't.
Now dad had been cool about my friends being gay but I couldn't expect him to put up with them hitting on him. When it was decided that they would come over for a fun in the sun party in my back yard, the last thing I was going to do was serve him up in a pair of shorts for their horny delights.
I cornered Mr. Warren about what I should do. He told me that it was a pickle. Didn't want to come across as a buzz kill, but didn't want dad to think that all we thought about was having sex. Then he suggested he could play a chaperone role for me. While I kept an eye on the guys, he would be more than glad to keep my dad company. I thought about it for a moment, then I saw in my mind the group of us running around the backyard in skimpy swimsuits while dad and Mr. W. sat on the back porch with cold beers. I could see things going in a safe and nonsexual way. Yes that would work.
Saturday saw everyone at my place wearing next to nothing while we all enjoyed a sun filled day. My friends were all wearing just swim suits and in the case of Ronny, it was almost just dental floss. Dad and Mr. W. We're down to just shorts and I couldn't help but notice how much alike they looked. Both were beefy dudes with more hair below their heads than on it. Of course the guys all wanted to sit on Dad's lap but I strictly forbade that idea.
I got my frisbee out and we tossed it around and before I knew it, Ben had grabbed my garden hose and was spraying the guys. It was all good fun and I saw Dad and Mr. W. On the porch laughing at us being the fools.
I set up a game of jarts that I had found at a garage sale a while back and we battled to see which team could get their lethal weapons into their targets. This was great fun for all of us as we could be athletic without straining. About a half hour later I turned to ask dad if he and Mr. W. Wanted to play the winners only to find the back porch empty.
Huh. Guess they must've gone inside for something. When they still hadn't come back out after another fifteen minutes, I chose to break off and go check on them. I entered through the kitchen but didn't see them. I turned into the living room to see Dad standing by a chair while Mr. W. was kissing him while rubbing his hairy dad bod.
To say I was shocked was the understatement of the year. I don't know why, but I never thought of either of them as sexual beings. But here they were with dads arms wrapped around my neighbor's hairy body, holding him tightly as he ran his tongue all through his mouth. The two salt and pepper beards met in a flurry of lips as the two men kissed like teenagers on a hayride.
Dad pulled off from the kiss as he lowered his face to bury it in the thicket of chest hair. He moved his face through the fuzz until his nose ran over a pert nipple and his mouth opened and scooped it in for a personal suckling. As he worked the thick chest Mr. W. groaned and looked over at me standing in the doorway. He grinned like the cat who caught the bird and held Dad's head in place against his tit.He continued to grin at my discomfort as he ran his thick calloused hand over the hair covering dad's back until he reached the waistline of dad's shorts. He slid his fingers under the material as he began to feel my old man's hairy ass crack. I heard dad moan as the fingers invade his nether region and Mr. Warren slid the shorts down over dad's round ass cheeks.
Dad released the nipple from his mouth as he raised back up and kissed my neighbor again like a long lost lover. While they kissed dad stepped out of his shorts and then led Mr. W.into his bedroom. Five seconds later Mr. W's blue shorts came sailing out the door and I heard the bed squeak as the two lay down on it. I heard dad's low voice rumble a "fuck, yeah" just before a steady rhythm was pounded out by the bed springs.
I slowly approached to see the action. It was wrong on so many levels, but I couldn't stop myself from spying on dad. He was always such a straight laced man while I was growing up that I just couldn't wrap my head around him having sex, let alone gay sex.
As I peeked into my spare bedroom, I saw the two older guys combined in a sixty-nine with Mr.W. on top of my dad, humping his meaty ass into my dad's welcoming mouth. Mr. W. meanwhile was swallowing my old man's rod down to the root while prodding my dad's hungry hole with his thick middle finger. Dad's knees folded up around my neighbor's head as he came closer and closer to shooting.
As I stared at Mr. W. in the eyes, he took dad to the base once more as he twisted his finger around in dad's hole. I watched dad's balls contract and heard him moaning around the cock in his mouth. Mr. W. pulled a tight suction and his cheeks hollowed out while dad lost his control over himself and erupted into into my neighbor's mouth and throat.
He made a big production of swallowing all the cum as he tongued the dregs off the stiff member sticking up into his face. As Mr. D. got off dad, he swiveled his body around so that he was now standing over dad's lower half with his hardon throbbing in the air between them. Dad reached up and pumped the cock with his fist before looking up at Mr. W. He gasped when he saw me standing in the doorway but my neighbor just told him that he could can the histrionics. He's already watched you flood my mouth with your cum and now he's gonna see his old man take a cock up his ass like a seasoned pro. Right, Dwight?
Dad was quiet and then he raised his legs and placed his feet on Mr. W.s shoulders. "That's a good boy! Now open for Daddy!".
I saw my neighbor force the head of his uncut duck into my dad's hole. He paused briefly before grabbing his legs as he pushed his hips forward, driving his cock into the accepting hole. Dad growled out loud before he uttered his complaint for Mr. W. to fuck his ass. Fuck it hard and deep, you bastard!
For two older guys, I was truly amazed at the sheer drive they both had as they worked together to the goal of breeding my dad's hole full of cum. And they both wanted it.
Dad was curled up on his back now with the cock buried in his hairy Honeypot. "Take it, Dwight! Take every fucking thick inch, you fucking whore. Be my fuck bitch and I'll breed your hole"
Dad just moaned at the excitement of hearing this rugged man talk like that to him. His cock was hard again and as he was being ridden by this tough old man, he pounded out another load from his balls.
"I'm going to fucking flood your guts while your son watches you get used, you sexy fucker."
Dad groaned as he looked over at me with my pecker in my hand and I could see he was close to coming again. Mr. W. asked him if he was ready to shoot, because he was too. Then Dad sped up his jacking as he moaned aloud that he was going to come. As he reached the point of eruption, he let loose a holler of completion while cum shit out of his cock and coated his belly hair in jizz.
Mr. W. saw this and let out his own groan in reply as he buried his cock up dad's ass. I saw his balls congregate around Dad's opening as the stud's dick did what it was designed to do... delivered a large load of semen deep inside my dad. He shook in response to the sudden hypersensitivity his cock head experience.
He lay forward over dad's cum coated chest and rubbed the mess into both their belly fur. As they lay like that, they ended their session like they began it by kissing each other as their sweaty bodies cooled off.
