My name is Carl Larsen, and I am a single dad. It seems like I've always had that title. I can barely remember a time when I wasn't a dad.
I got married at eighteen. I had to, because I knocked up my high school sweetheart. Our son, Gabe, was born two months shy of my nineteenth birthday. Jodie's folks lived in a broken down trailer, so we lived with my folks (God bless them) in a real house, where all three of us shared a room.
I worked as a mechanic at a local auto repair shop, and went to school at night. I was determined to become a lawyer, and my folks were determined that I reach my goal. One day I came home from the shop, and asked my mom where Jodie was.
"Dunno," she mumbled. "She said something about going to the supermarket, but that was hours ago."
She never did come back. She just plum disappeared. I got a divorce on the grounds of desertion, or abandonment, or whatever the lawyer came up with, and my status as a single dad was firmly established. The day my divorce was final, I came out to my folks, and lived my life openly as a homosexual.
It took ten years, but I finished school, passed the bar, and got a good job with a prestigious law firm. Gabe and I moved into our own home, and when Gabe was fifteen, I became a full partner.
Once we were living on our own, I often had men sleep over. I never hid who I was from Gabe, and he saw my visitors as a normal way of life for me, in fact, for both of us. Secretly I hoped that he was gay, but I never got a vibe either way. We seemed to have a tacit understanding not to discuss the topic. He never "entertained" at home; hence when he went off to college, as strange as it seems, I was completely in the dark regarding his sexual orientation. The subject was simply taboo between us.
After a long, four hundred mile trip from Spring Valley, NY to the University of Buffalo, Gabe and I started to unload his stuff at almost the same time that his roommate arrived with his father. The two men were hunks, but I wasn't salivating over the father as you might think. It was the son who caught my eye. If my son had an ounce of queer in him, he was going to have a tough time keeping his distance from this Adonis.
Sam Kerrigan was hunky in his own right, but his son, Todd, was a total knockout. I'm afraid I may have acted a bit foolishly, because the boy took my breath away. He must have taken my senses away also, because Sam was acting the same way, as he gawked at Gabe. Comparing notes at a future date, neither of us noticed the other's terrible behavior at that time.
After making introductions, the four of us set about making our sons' home comfy and habitable (at least until we fathers left). We hung their clothes away and stored their needful things. It only took a little over an hour before everything was shipshape.
Sam sighed, and said to me, "I'm taking Todd out to dinner tonight. Would you guys care to join us? After dinner, I'm staying overnight at a bed and breakfast up the road. A friend recommended the place to me."
"Is it Connor's Inn?" I asked hopefully. "That's where I'm staying tonight."
"Yes, it is. Where do you live, Carl?"
"In Spring Valley. How about you?"
"In West Nyack. Shit, we're practically neighbors. Maybe we can share a ride for Parents' Weekend."
"I'd like that," I said quickly, "but won't Mrs. Kerrigan be coming along."
"There's no Mrs. Kerrigan. I'm a single dad."
"Me too. I've been a single dad since Gabe was a baby."
"My partner died of leukemia when Todd was thirteen. I've raised him myself since then."
The ease with which he outed himself bowled me over. It also made me think that he might have suspected that I was gay, and wanted to lay it all out there. Our sons were strangely quiet. They said very little, and were quietly observing us.
Everyone seemed to relax somewhat after that, and we piled into Sam's car, since he seemed to know where the restaurant was that we were going to.
"I come to Buffalo often on business," he explained, "so I know the town fairly well."
At dinner we might just as well have been seated at separate tables. Once again, the split was not what you would have expected. Todd and I talked on and on incessantly, and Gabe and Sam did the same.
After dinner, Sam and I split the check, and he drove us back to the dorms. We parted from our sons with more than a few tears, and I walked out to the parking lot with Sam.
"How about we check in at the inn, and you and I go to a great bar I know, for a nightcap?" Sam asked me with a wink of his eye.
"Sounds like a plan," I muttered. I followed him to the inn. When we got there, he looked at me sheepishly. Would you like to share a room with me and save a few bucks?" he asked.
"I'd like that, but the brochure said the rooms only have double beds. None have twin beds."
"Is that a problem?" he smiled at me, and winked again. He was so fucking handsome.
"No," I said, "not at all."
The innkeeper was a bit more belligerent in complying with our request. "I could have rented the extra room ten times tonight, but now it's awfully late," he moaned. At that precise moment, a couple came in hoping that there was a room available. The desk clerk's attitude changed quickly, and he accommodated all of us. Sam and I threw our overnight bags on the rack in front of the bed, and headed for that great bar, he knew about.
Great bar indeed; it was a gay bar in downtown Buffalo. "I'll get the first," he said. "What's your pleasure?" I actually prefer a refreshing gin and tonic, but I wanted to sound macho, so I said, "Scotch and soda, please. Any brand will do. I'm not much of a drinker."
He brought over our drinks and we actually found a quiet table in a corner. Once we were settled, he asked how I came to be a single dad. I told him my history and even shared that I was open about my sexuality with Gabe, but we never discussed it, and I had no idea where my son stood on The Kinsey Scale.
"How about you?" I asked. "I sense that you have a story as well."
"I do, but it is short and simple. I was nineteen when my fourteen year old sister got knocked up. She didn't even know for sure who the father was, and DNA testing was rarely heard of back then. It would have been very expensive, and even if my parents wanted to go that route, the boys didn't have to agree to be tested.
"My folks wouldn't consent to an abortion on religious principles, and intended on adopting out the baby. My sister begged them not to put the baby out for adoption, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Mary's body wasn't fully developed, and she went into labor in her seventh month. The labor was too much for her, and she died. My parents just walked away from the situation. They actually abandoned their grandson in the hospital.
"I went there every day, and played with my preemie nephew. When a nurse came around to take information for Todd's birth certificate, I said that I was the father, and my wife had died in child birth. She didn't even question it. I took him home with me, hired help, and raised him as my son."
"You said you had a partner?" I wondered.
"Yes. Todd was two when I met Malcolm. God, Carl, we fell so madly in love, and better yet, he loved Todd also. Mal was twenty years older than I am. His death shattered both of us, but at least we had each other to lean on. I don't know what I would have done if Todd wasn't in my life."
"Was Todd aware of your relationship with Mal?"
"Sure he was. We were as open with him as you say you were with Gabe."
"Is Todd straight or gay?" I asked boldly.
"Why do you ask?"
"The honest answer is that I have the hots for him, but I'm also just curious."
Sam laughed. "Well, I find your Gabe to be very hot also. Unfortunately I can't answer your question. We've never discussed it, and Todd has never broached the subject. You said that it's the same with you and Gabe."
"Yes. Strange as it seems, we tell each other everything, but that seems to be the one taboo subject between us."
As we sat enjoying our drinks, a thought occurred to me. As much as I was anxious to get laid this night, I was in no hurry. If I was anticipating a night with Todd, I'd be wanting to rush back to the inn. Sam did not seem to be in a big hurry either.
Nevertheless, when we finally entered our room, Sam locked the door and we fell into each other's arms. We clawed at our clothing, trying to get them off our bodies as quickly as possible.
"I've had a long, hot day on the road," I offered. "I think a nice hot shower would be in order."
"You betcha. Mind if we shower together?"
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
The sex began in the shower. We soaped each other generously, wrapping our palms around our very erect cocks, and inserting soapy fingers up our asses. We were both cut. I was slightly longer at an erect seven and a half inches, but Sam was wider. I couldn't wait for him to fuck me. In fact, I turned my back to him, and spread my cheeks. I didn't have to say another word. Soon enough his foamy cock was wending its way up my ass. It felt good and I let him know it.
He came quickly, much too quickly. He apologized, and promised to do much better on our second round. Then he turned his back to me and I fucked him. I tried to last a little longer than he did, and I was successful, but not by much.
Afterward, we lay in bed recovering. We cuddled and fondled, and I was struck by how much I was enjoying this. Usually with a trick, it was slam, bam, thank you sir, and out of there. This was a new and pleasant experience.
I purred in Sam's ear. "I have a confession to make," I admitted. "When I was fucking you, I kept fantasizing that I was fucking your son."
I expected Sam to get angry, but he broke out laughing.
"What?" I asked.
"When I was fucking you, I fantasized I was doing your son. Isn't that weird?"
"Well, they're both past their eighteenth birthdays. We could try seducing them." I laughed trying to make it sound like a joke. Apparently it was no joke to Sam.
"That's a fantastic idea," he said, "but how do we find out if either one of them is gay?"
"Maybe we should just ask them to be honest with us, instead of pussy-footing around the bush."
Sam laughed. "What a great idea. Why didn't I think of that?" That having been said, he leaned over and took my cock into his mouth. It was already rising to the occasion. I didn't cum so fast this time, and I stopped him when I felt an orgasm developing. Then I went down on him, and we went back and forth until neither of us could control the inevitable any longer.
We lay back on the bed, both of us reluctant to sleep. "I have an idea," I said. "Next time I call Gabe I'll ask him if he thinks Todd is gay. I'll tell him that my gaydar was beeping when we were together."
"Another great idea," Sam complimented me.
"Let's wait a couple of weeks, and give them a chance to get to know each other."
When we got home, Sam and I were both very busy. As a salesman, he was on the road a lot, and as a busy lawyer, my hours were not nine to five. However we managed to get together every Saturday night. We would have dinner and drinks at one of the many quaint restaurants which dotted The Hudson River in Nyack. Then, well fed and fully relaxed, we went to one of our homes, and had sex all night. I wasn't ready to admit that we were making love, at least, not yet.
About three weeks after we dropped the boys off at school, I called Gabe, and asked him point blank if Todd was gay. I told him that I had strong gaydar vibes, and that I had the hots for him. Gabe's reaction was unexpected.
When our fathers returned us to our dorm, Todd and I decided to turn in early. It had been an exhausting day for both of us. The next day was Sunday and we decided to sleep in, if we felt like it.
We both felt a bit awkward about getting naked together for the first time, so I decided to take the initiative and break the ice. "Todd," I said, "I always sleep in the nude, and I don't intend to change now. My dad is gay, and we always paraded around the house naked from the time I was a toddler. When I can't get any sex, I jack off a lot. I don't intend to change that either, although I hope I get lots of sex, and don't have to jack off much, if at all."
I paused to let that sink in, and to gauge Todd's reaction.
"Thank God," he sighed. "I was afraid I'd have to wear underwear at night and maybe get it full of cum when I whacked off."
We both stripped and checked each other out. The first thing I noticed was that we were both erect. That told me a lot. We were both cut, and about seven hard, fat inches.
I admired the view, and I grinned at Todd. "You're gay," I half said, half asked.
"Yes, and you?"
"Does your father know?"
I began to laugh until my stomach ached. "He has been dying to find out forever, and I have been purposely secretive. I get such a kick out of seeing him baffled and wondering."
Now it was Todd's turn to laugh. "I've been playing the same game with my father."
"Speaking of fathers," I said with a leer, "your father is so hot, I could go to bed with him in a heartbeat."
"There you go. That's another thing we have in common. I feel the same way about your father."
"Did you see the way they looked at us, when we all met? I have a feeling that seducing them would be a piece of cake. Let's plan it for Parents' Weekend."
"Do you think we should reserve two hotel rooms?" I asked.
"They'll probably have rooms reserved at Conner's Inn, but wouldn't it be hot if you fucked my father in your bed, and I fucked yours in mine? We could cancel their reservations at the last minute, and they'd be forced to sleep here with us." Todd was obviously more devilish than I ever dreamed of being.
Instead of answering him, I decided to be a little slutty myself. "You know," I smiled at him, "I'd be pretty happy if I didn't have to jack off tonight."
He didn't answer me either. He just jumped into my bed and wrapped his big brawny body around mine. That first night together we sucked each other off twice, with promises to do anal sex the next evening. I thought that Todd would return to his own bed, but he wrapped himself around me. He put my cock in the palm of his hand, but he didn't stroke it. He just held it lovingly.
As we were falling asleep, he whispered in my ear, "I am so glad you're gay and that you approve of what we are doing together. I intend to go to church next Sunday, and thank God for bringing you to me."
I was so overwhelmed by his confession, I had trouble falling asleep. But wrapped up in Todd's arms, I felt so secure and comfortable, that sleep eventually visited me.
In the days that followed, Todd and I made love every single night, but not until we had done all our homework, and concentrated on our studies. We acted as monitors for each other. One night, just as Todd went down on me, my phone rang. I picked it up, but I asked Todd to keep going. I told him that I thought it would be a blast if he sucked me while I was on the phone trying to sound like nothing was happening. I looked at the caller ID.
"It's my dad," I said. "Please don't stop what makes us both so happy."
My father asked the usual inane questions about how I was doing, was I enjoying my classes, was I working hard, but did I leave time for R & R, etc. At some point there was a long pause in the conversation. I actually asked if he was still there. I thought we might have been cut off. In the meantime, Todd was bringing me to a happy conclusion. If I came, and Dad heard my screaming (I think he was familiar with the sound of me), I wondered if I should lie, and tell him he caught me jacking off, or should I tell him the truth at last. If we intended on seducing the two fathers in a few short weeks, I wondered if we should finally come out to them.
Finally he blurted it out. "You know that my gaydar is pretty good," he reminded me. "When I met Todd, I had strong vibes. Please tell me if he's gay or not. I'm curious, and I want to see just how good my gaydar really is."
My breathing was becoming labored. Dad had to know by now that I was cumming. I wanted to tell him to hold a minute, but I was beyond the point of being able to talk. I screamed out, "Oh fuck," over and over again.
"Did you just cum, you horny bastard?" He was laughing now.
"Yes I did, my even hornier father. Todd just brought me to a happy conclusion. Does that answer your question?"
Dead silence greeted me on the other end of the line. Finally, he said, "I've got to let that sink in. I'll call you tomorrow." He hung up abruptly. Todd and I began to laugh hard and loud. This caused some of my spunk to spurt out of Todd's mouth, and we both feasted on it.
When I got home Friday evening, after a week on the road, I retrieved my phone messages. The first couple were from Carl, telling me he missed me and couldn't wait for the weekend. There were a few solicitations, a friend or two, and finally one from Carl, much different than the others. He sounded a bit hysterical, and begged me to call the moment I got home.
I was worried that something had happened to one of the boys, or maybe both of them. I called Carl immediately. He started speaking without so much as a 'hello.'
"They're gay," he sputtered. "They're both gay and they are making it together. Isn't that great?"
His words were almost unintelligible, and I asked him to please repeat himself. He slowed way down and I got the picture.
"How do you know?" I asked.
"I asked point blank, and seconds later I heard Gabe cum. He admitted to me that Todd had just sucked him off. I was too speechless to talk further so I just hung up."
"Did you call back?"
"No. I haven't gotten up the nerve."
"I'll call you back, Carl. Right now, I've got to call Todd, the little sneak."
I dialed Todd's number, and the phone kept ringing. I was getting set to leave a message when my son picked up at the last moment. He sounded a bit sleepy.
"Did I wake you?" I asked.
"Not really. Gabe and I are just chilling out, and enjoying the afterglow. You certainly know what it's like, don't you?"
"Of course, I do, but Carl and I are pissed as hell. Why didn't you two little monsters ever tell us?"
"We've compared notes, and we discovered that we both have the same devilish mean streak. We were having fun watching you two guys wondering all the time, and being too afraid to ask point blank. You both have shitty gaydar."
"We'll discuss this when we get up there for Parents' Weekend, smart ass. More to the point, I want to hear what's doing with you and Gabe. Is it serious?"
"We're trying not to make it serious, but it's getting harder and harder. We have so much in common, and the whole thing feels so right."
"If it was meant to be, it will be," I said philosophically, not knowing if I believed it myself.
"What about you and Carl, Dad? It seems to me you guys are seeing a lot of each other."
"That's true, but don't plan any weddings. It's just that we live so close to each other, that getting together is easy. That having been said, I like him a lot, Todd."
"Are you guys staying at Conner's Inn when you get here next month?"
"Yes, why did you ask?"
"No reason. Just curious. Now can we say goodnight? Gabe is anxious to do some serious cuddling with me, which might get more than just serious."
Two days before they were due to arrive, Gabe and I called Conner's Inn, and cancelled our fathers' reservation. It was for Parents' Weekend, and we knew that they would have no trouble rebooking the room. Now all we had to do was wait for their desperate call telling us they had no place to stay.
The call came even earlier than we expected. Gabe answered his phone, and his father sounded exasperated.
"Something got screwed up. We called to tell the inn that we would be a late arrival, and they told us they didn't have a reservation for us. They are booked solid. We are going into downtown Buffalo to see if we can get a room in a hotel."
"Nonsense," Gabe said. "Todd and I only use one bed, and there's another going to waste in our room. From what I hear, you and Sam won't mind sharing it. It'll be more fun than if you're miles away." I was glad that Gabe made the offer and not me. He was used to seeing his father go into his bedroom with an assortment of men. My dad and I had been much more reserved.
Gabe held the phone while Carl discussed it with my father. After a half minute or so, he told Gabe that they would arrive in about two hours.
After they hung up, I asked Gabe if he had any idea how we were going to seduce our fathers. God bless him. He answered, "I've got it all figured out."
When they arrived, Gabe and I were fully naked, and sitting on his bed. We made no attempt to curb our appetites and we had begun to play with each other, sucking occasionally. As a result we were both good and hard. Our fathers were only mildly surprised at our nakedness. After all Gabe and I were lovers, and blessedly, they knew it.
All they each had was an airline carry-on bag. They dropped them on the floor, and we were both embraced by our fathers. Then Carl embraced me, and my dad embraced Gabe. We made sure to shove our naked bodies, and erect cocks, hard into their bodies. Neither man recoiled. In fact, they pushed back harder and I took that as a very good sign. How was I to know that they wanted to seduce us? Before the weekend was over, we learned the awful truth.
I took two towels from the closet, and threw one to each of them. "You guys smell of the long road trip you just had. You're stinking up the room, so let's get you to the shower. Undress here, and put your dirty clothes in this bag. I handed my dad a laundry bag.
The four of us marched naked down the hall to the showers. There were only four shower heads in the room, so there was to be no every other rule enforced. We started to soap ourselves, and then I marched right over to Carl. I turned my back to him and asked him to please do my back, and then I would do his. I expected some reticence, but he smiled broadly, winked at my father, and began to soap my back.
Carl was not shy. Not only did he do my back, he did my butt, and had no problem with my crack and balls. I could see that my father was as hard as a rock. He went over to Gabe, and said, "Turn around kiddo. I'll do your back, and you can return the favor.
Gabe and I were ecstatic, as I finally realized our fathers were also. We kept pushing our butts back hard against their cocks. Suddenly I found Carl's soapy hand caressing and stroking my cock. I swear, I didn't want to cum. I was straining not to. Carl had to know what state I was in from the feel of my balls. Suddenly I felt his cock probing my ass hole.
"Go for it," I whimpered.
He soaped his cock and entered me easily. I nearly swooned. Indelicately I yelled out, "Fuck me, daddy-in-law. Fuck me hard." And he did.
I was so euphoric, I barely noticed that by now Gabe and my dad were in a frenzy, but it was Gabe doing the fucking. The four of us came within seconds of each other. I'm surprised we didn't wake the entire dorm with the noise we made.
When we got back in the room, I insisted that Carl sleep with me, and Gabe sleep with my father. Neither of them objected. Why would they? Dreams were coming true.
We and our dads did not participate in any of Parents' Weekend activities. We spent most of the week in bed. We never once considered incest. I played with Carl, and alternately with Gabe. Gabe played with my father and alternately with me. We were amazed that our nearly forty year old fathers kept up with us, and it gave us great hope for the future.
When we said goodbye to them at their car, the four of us hugged tightly, and I was crying more than a little.
"Don't cry son," my dad said. "Think about Thanksgiving and winter break. We are going to have a ball. After all, we are one big happy family now."
My father had no idea how prophetic his words were. After graduation, Gabe and I got good jobs in New York City. The four of us bought a big old Victorian style house in our home suburb. It was located in one of the oldest and best neighborhoods in Nyack, NY. There could not be a house in the world with more love in it, than ours.