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When I was 25, through the local phone lines at the time, I met up with a guy who said he had a much younger lover (who was legal in my state) and they were looking for a third person for his young lover to fuck. The older partner was 37, very hairy, muscular and very attractive and masculine. I met him at a book store (a real book store where he worked) and he thought I'd do very nicely, convinced his young lover would be very pleased with me. Like a lot of 'older' guys, he'd lost his interest in being fucked, and said his young boyfriend needed to fuck somebody. (I'm both a top and bottom). They also had certain pervy interest with which I was comfortable. We went to his house and met the younger dude -- he was very cute, alabaster skin, large puckering nips, longish dark hair which draped over his forehead, huge red lips, big brown eyes, thick patches of hair in his pits and groin but otherwise very smooth, and very petite except for his cock which was freakishly large (and looked even larger on his small body). The older lover was also well-endowed but not compared to the younger dude, who must have gotten light-headed whenever he became aroused. I tend to be a little too tight, so I was surprised that he slipped inside of me with relative ease. So I must have liked them.
It was a lost weekend of unrestrained activity. Both of them fucked me and I fucked the young one a couple of time. But I mostly spent my time on my back on the carpet while the younger one fucked me endlessly, face to face, and his older partner fucked him doggy style from behind. (There was a lot of verbal filth and they said they had a household policy of no profanity except during sex. And then it was open season in terms of trash talk -- probably to make it all the more powerful?). It all went as well as it possibly could, and I was there from Friday night until Sunday late afternoon. As Sunday evening rolled in, the younger one went off to their bedroom to sleep (he was exhausted) and I continued cuddling with the older one on the floor by the fireplace (it was August, so it wasn't lit). I was on my back and being cradled and gently fucked from the side very casually by the butch older one who began talking and smoking while he thrust matter-of-factly without even thinking about it. I remember not wanting to leave this den of whoredom but I knew we'd have to go back to work in the morning. And then he dropped the bombshell: all weekend I'd been fucked by his son (and he may have fibbed about the age thing). I could tell he got a shock effect thrill out of telling me this, but I knew immediately that it was true. I was shocked, and part of my mind didn't 'approve' but that didn't stop me from feeling a surge of adrenaline when I heard this, and I spontaneously groaned and almost violently ejaculated all over my chest without anyone even touching my cock. This delighted the father, who broke into a shit-eating grin, who licked up my spunk and kissed me with my own cum (a ton of fluid given that I'd been having sex for 48 hours), his enjoying telling me about how and when the sexual relationship with his son got started. I admit to feeling slightly guilty, but my body and brain clearly disagreed, as my sperm-soaked abdomen had proven. I don't think the kid ever thought of himself as being molested as he was a wildly-enthusiastic participant. And they both seemed to love me (and it was mutual).
Father-son sex seems like a bad idea, and it can probably go wrong in so many ways. But you never hear about the success stories. I've talked to guys over time who have discussed that they saw their dad as the love of their life, sexually. So not everyone is disgusted or feels victimized by it. The dynamic has to be right. However, when I've tried to tell gay male friends about it, they sometimes feign disgust at my story, calling it 'reprehensible' (no matter how I frame the story). The ones who like it, and have later told me they'd masturbated to my story (once right in front of me), are the ones I stay friends with. I don't know what happened, sadly, to this father-son couple because they kept moving around a lot (family problems unrelated to their sexual relationship).
I wish there were photos. But it felt healthy (despite what the media culture tells us in order to control male sexuality). It's certainly one of my best memories.
I later attended a college workshop about male-survivors of incest, and it was interesting: you could tell some of them were getting off on their own (and others') stories, although I'm sure some of them weren't. Many of them were there for the verbal smut-porn. You could tell some of them were making up their stories or exaggerating them to entertain the students.
It was a lost weekend of unrestrained activity. Both of them fucked me and I fucked the young one a couple of time. But I mostly spent my time on my back on the carpet while the younger one fucked me endlessly, face to face, and his older partner fucked him doggy style from behind. (There was a lot of verbal filth and they said they had a household policy of no profanity except during sex. And then it was open season in terms of trash talk -- probably to make it all the more powerful?). It all went as well as it possibly could, and I was there from Friday night until Sunday late afternoon. As Sunday evening rolled in, the younger one went off to their bedroom to sleep (he was exhausted) and I continued cuddling with the older one on the floor by the fireplace (it was August, so it wasn't lit). I was on my back and being cradled and gently fucked from the side very casually by the butch older one who began talking and smoking while he thrust matter-of-factly without even thinking about it. I remember not wanting to leave this den of whoredom but I knew we'd have to go back to work in the morning. And then he dropped the bombshell: all weekend I'd been fucked by his son (and he may have fibbed about the age thing). I could tell he got a shock effect thrill out of telling me this, but I knew immediately that it was true. I was shocked, and part of my mind didn't 'approve' but that didn't stop me from feeling a surge of adrenaline when I heard this, and I spontaneously groaned and almost violently ejaculated all over my chest without anyone even touching my cock. This delighted the father, who broke into a shit-eating grin, who licked up my spunk and kissed me with my own cum (a ton of fluid given that I'd been having sex for 48 hours), his enjoying telling me about how and when the sexual relationship with his son got started. I admit to feeling slightly guilty, but my body and brain clearly disagreed, as my sperm-soaked abdomen had proven. I don't think the kid ever thought of himself as being molested as he was a wildly-enthusiastic participant. And they both seemed to love me (and it was mutual).
Father-son sex seems like a bad idea, and it can probably go wrong in so many ways. But you never hear about the success stories. I've talked to guys over time who have discussed that they saw their dad as the love of their life, sexually. So not everyone is disgusted or feels victimized by it. The dynamic has to be right. However, when I've tried to tell gay male friends about it, they sometimes feign disgust at my story, calling it 'reprehensible' (no matter how I frame the story). The ones who like it, and have later told me they'd masturbated to my story (once right in front of me), are the ones I stay friends with. I don't know what happened, sadly, to this father-son couple because they kept moving around a lot (family problems unrelated to their sexual relationship).
I wish there were photos. But it felt healthy (despite what the media culture tells us in order to control male sexuality). It's certainly one of my best memories.
I later attended a college workshop about male-survivors of incest, and it was interesting: you could tell some of them were getting off on their own (and others') stories, although I'm sure some of them weren't. Many of them were there for the verbal smut-porn. You could tell some of them were making up their stories or exaggerating them to entertain the students.
