I met Peter through my work, I ran an agency and he was a contractor who provided us his services. Bother of us were coming out of breakups, him to a woman, me from a man. Peter is bisexual, and me gay.
I invited Peter to go for dinner, and he agreed. We went to Greektown in his city, we both lived near to each other, but it was a bit of a distance still.
I found Peter very attractive, totally my type, blue eyes, slim, some body hair, and his hair was a bit longish and stylish. During dinner, I couldn’t help feeling some sense of familiarity, an instant connection, as if I had known him my whole life. I fucked him that night, his first since his breakup, I should say second, as he later disclosed, he had sex with a guy around the time of his breakup. I didn’t pry or ask who, I just wanted to be inside him.
After sex, we both talked more about our breakups, and he was the first to set a boundary, he wasn’t looking for another relationship so soon, and neither was I for that matter. We made an agreement, that our connection would be sex only, we could both see others with no questions asked, we would not live together but agreed vacations together and those special times like Valentine’s, Christmas, etc., he’d be open to spending time together, so sex and a bit more. This worked for me well.
Both of us had one child, me a daughter, him a son. The main difference was my daughter knew I was her father, with Peter, he went MIA after his son was born, so his common-law ex met and married another man who accepted Peter’s son as his own, and his son Marky was raised to believe that was his father. We both had our kids when we were quite young, I was 21, and Peter was 19.
Just as Marky was becoming a teen, his mother and the man he thought was his dad, sat him down to tell him about his real dad, Peter. Soon after, they met by phone. This kept up for awhile with phone chats. When school was out for the summer, Marky was flown to visit his real dad who was living out west at the time and married to another woman.
Marky wrote about this experience in a school paper, about how much he looked like his father, they were like twins except 20 years part in age. There were some other differences I’ll share later.
The following school year, Marky spent the whole summer with his newfound dad. The year after that, he asked to move in with his dad and step-mother and finish our high school there. Everyone agreed.
In Marky’s last year of high school, just around the time he turned 18, his dad Peter was breaking up with his wife, eventually getting a divorce. Marky was there to console his dad, but the real task was to move out and they came back east. Peter settled into the city, and Marky moved back in with his mom and dad. To this day, Marky calls the man who raised him dad, and Peter by name.
Peter’s breakup, as I said, coincided with mine. Essentially, we were both smarting, our hearts wounded, and like a kid who touched a hot stove, we were guarded and certainly not wanting another relationship so soon, but we both had physical needs.
I loved fucking Peter. He was also a very talented cocksucker, one of the best I’ve known. At this stage in my life, I had many sexual experiences, so was able to easily compare. It helped that I had that instant connection with Peter too.
One day, while I was at my office, I was chatting with Peter over Messenger. Most times, we just bantered, I’d send a meme or 2, we’d laugh, etc. Sometimes, we had sexual chats. I told Peter about how I lost my virginity to my brother, who was long passed and died young in his 30s. Peter was sympathetic and non-judgmental. I liked that about him.
Peter then shared a secret, something that almost made me explode. I was the second guy he had sex with after he left his wife, he then told me who the first was, Marky, his son, who had just turned 18. Man, my cock was so hard with that disclosure.
Incest has always been my kryptonite, not the abusive damaging kind, but consensual incest like between an uncle and nephew, brother to brother, and the ultimate, a father and son. I never was sexually attracted to my own dad, as I tended to like my age or younger.
I had to take a break from the chat and run to the office washroom to jerk off and release my load, plus my cock felt like it was about to tear a hole in my pants.
I think this was the instant familiarity Peter and I had, we both experienced incest and kept it a secret.
I asked if I could watch them have sex, Peter said he would ask Marky, and to my surprise, Marky agreed, mostly because he was accepted into a small community college that fall, and I sweetened the deal by saying I’d help out financially while he was in college.
I arranged for the 3 of us to meet in the small-town Marky was to attend college at, we could find him a place to love while in school and then have me watch a live sex show. I was to watch only and I agreed. They did agree to me videoing it.
Peter liked to play party music when we had sex in hotels, think he wanted to muffle any sex noises or headboard banging against the wall. Marky said he wanted straight porn playing on my laptop during the show, think it was to overcome the awkwardness of me sitting there watching.
After we toured the town, ate, we went to the motel and checked in, 1 room, 2 beds, 3 guys, didn’t phase the front desk.
Peter got his music going on his laptop, I located straight porn and got it playing on my laptop. Peter kissed Marky deeply and gently, then slowly undressed his boy. Damn!! Marky was packing, way bigger than his dad and me. Easily 8”s, his dad had 6” and me 6.5. My cock was telling me I was in for a show.
Like many gay men, we like big cocks, for me though, I think it stems back to my incest with my brother, as he was 2 years older and obviously developed before me, so when we first had sex, his cock looked bigger than mine. So big cocks get me stirring.
Peter and Marky moved onto the bed, and Peter devoured his son’s huge cock, nuzzling right down to the base in one swift move. Marky lay on his back, had tilted to the side looking at straight porn, almost oblivious to me, while his father enjoyed every inch. Peter is such a talented cocksucker that once all the way down to the base, he could stick out his tongue and tickle Marky’s balls with it, before continuing to suck deep.
Marky wasn’t loud at all, a bit of moaning, but that was all. Later, I would find out, he definitely got loud being fucked hard in his tight sweet ass. I kind of wished things were reversed, and his dad and I had cocks his size.
That first show lasted awhile, they had beers and smoked pot during it, I don’t drink, smoke or do drugs, so was just the voyeur. I kept up my end of the deal, sending Marky a spending allowance, we found him a place to live and I put down the deposit and first month’s rent.
My heart was so full, here I was, with 2 men I found very attractive doing something I am really turned on by, incest. We agreed that we would do more of this. I didn’t push it by saying I wanted to have sex with him, but I was content to simply watch a father and son do it. More to come, and this is all based on a true experience. For over 5 years, we had a polyamorous relationship, me fucking both of them, but deep down, I could see the real passion and spark, was between them for each other.
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