An original Christmas present

I’M THE PRESENT

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I saw Gary searching in vain under the Christmas tree and then when he thought he would have no Christmas present this year, he started after all to look everywhere around the tree and all the ornaments we had in our large living-room.

I’m Peyton Bland and I earn my living in a warehouse. I’m almost 48 now. It was Christmas day, of course and my son Gary still lived with me at 28. He had finished Law a couple of years earlier and now he was a prestigious lawyer. He was starting to be very well-off but he still lived with me. Six months ago he had bought a car, and my last Christmas present had been a bike. But this year I did not know what to give him and I had been reflecting a lot what I could do for him and after a conversation I had with his friend Randolph, I thought I could give him this year two immaterial presents.

-I know I’m too old now to get presents, dad.

-It’s not that, Gary. I know you like novels and I gave you two a couple of weeks ago. But today I want to give you two immaterial presents. And the first one will be my respect. So sit down, Gary, first I wanna have a man to man conversation with you.

A little scared of what his father could tell him now; he sat on the couch and braced himself to listen to my words.

-My first present is my respect for you. I know you’re gay, Gary and believe me: you could have told me. I like you just as you are.

-Oh, dad. I never had the guts to tell you. How did you find out?

-I always suspected you were gay, Gary, for you usually have boners when your friend Randolph comes to visit and not only in those moments, also when we are alone and I’ve even started to think that you could maybe lust for me, your boners being so frequent. But do not fret: just something tender. I will never mind the fact that you may desire me, my son. So please tell me: do you wank over me?

-Oh shit, dad, I often do. Forgive me.

-Believe me I don’t mind even that, Gary. But am I not too old?

-You have the body and face of a really desirable young guy dad. You’re too sexy.

-Thanks, Gary. Well now, I’m gonna summarize my interview with Randolph a month ago. I had entered a bar and I casually found him there having a coffee and I told him I wanted to have a drink with him. He told me of course and I asked for a beer and sat with him. I told him.

-Gary Bland is the person I love most in this world, Randolph, so I want him happy and want to know everything about him. If somebody can tell me, it is you, so please tell me –and then I asked him point blank-: Gary is gay, isn’t he?

-Well, he is –he told me red-faced.

-Thanks for telling me. I can assure you I like him more now and he will always count on his father. Well, Randolph, I have another curiosity: you’re more than my son’s best friend, isn’t it?

-Of course he was getting increasingly nervous but he wanted to have no closet with me and finally admitted you were his boyfriend.

-We’ve been a couple for two years, dad.

-That’s what he told me. You met him at faculty and you soon started dating and soon falling in love with each other, isn’t it?

-Yes, dad –he was embarrassed and blushing but he was quick to admit things.

-Even if you have the agreement that you can cheat each other.

-You also know that, dad?

-I know that, Gary. I’m proud of the open-minded and courageous son I have, believe me. And since I want no more secrets between us, I also asked Randolph what I already suspected: whether you lusted for your father. In that moment your boyfriend could not be more nervous, but I hugged him and told him I was his father-in-law and wanted to become one of his best friends now and assured him again nothing could shock me. So finally he told me that in fact you wanked over me sometimes. It will be impossible for me to tell you, Gary, how much I liked you then. But I saw in Randolph’s face that there could be one more secret I still did not know from you and I asked him please to tell me.

-Well, Gary often watches porn –I smiled at your friend then- and often sees BDSM movies.

I stopped to ask him what that was. I had never heard the word before.

-He would like to have a slave one day, someone to order about, but nothing extreme. He doesn’t want to practice things such as scat, bondage or fisting, just tell a boy what to do.

He had to explain to me what scat, bondage and fisting were.

-So you have a dominant streak in you, isn’t it, Gary?

-Oh, dad, do you really like your son now knowing all I am?

-More than ever, Gary. But I told you before I would give you two immaterial presents. The first one was my respect for everything you are, Gary. But the second one is me. I’m the present, Gary.

-What do you mean, dad?

-After I left Randolph, I came home and started to think what the hell I could give you this year. When I was racking my brain in bed what to give you, I suddenly realized how easy it was, cause I went suddenly hard. You’re already 28 and you have everything by now but I could give you a very special present. I could give you sex since you desire me, Gary.

He suddenly creamed his pants. I congratulated him for his first cum with me, and then he asked me.

-But have you ever had any gay experience, dad?

-Never before. But I have spent a month thinking that I wanted you to take my virginity and become my first boy. And you can be sure you will fuck me and more. I’ve spent a horny month just thinking of giving sex to my gay son and I was on fire. But having sex with you is not the only thing I want, Gary. I’m even willing to become your first slave and at least till next Christmas day, you can be sure I am your present and I will please you sexually anyway you tell me. So I’m your slave, Sir.

He was really moved then but told me.

-I don’t want you to call me sir, just Gary, as you’ve always called me. I couldn’t know what a sexy, respectful and open-minded father I have. Well, I accept my Christmas present, but since I’ve never had a slave, I wanna try things little by little and ask you. As my slave, though slave it is a word I will never use for you, you hot man, would you allow me to call you Peyton?

-Peyton is so tender, so please Gary, call me Peyton.

-And I have another whim. I would also like to call you father-present.

-I cannot be harder now, Gary. I love father-present; it’s so good to begin my slave time with you being Peyton and father-present.

-And when can I start to make use of my wonderful Christmas present?

-Whenever you want, Gary. I’m glad of the boner you have right now so soon after having cum and we can be master and slave and also a father and a son who have sex with each other and always the best of friends.

-Well, I would like to kiss you, Peyton.

I did not answer but moved my head at once so that my lips could touch his and we began to kiss. It was my turn to cream my pants now and he saw me, so I asked him to please be kissing me for a longer while. How good to have such tender and incestuous intimacy with my son. I had started gay sex and now I only wanted more, so I asked Gary to let me please him more and told him I was ready to be fucked or give him a blowjob, if that was his wish, but he only told me, he wanted to go little by little.

-Since now I know you know I often watch BDSM porn, I can tell you that the slave is often the first to strip. But I want to check first whether you would be comfortable seeing your son totally nude, so I will strip first if you allow me.

-Come on, Gary, just be yourself and start to feel really comfortable with your father-present.

He started to unbutton his shirt then and it was amazing how hard the first glimpse of my son’s nudity had made me. He asked me whether I wanted him to go on and I answered: “you can see my boner, Gary; it’s hot to see you stripping and never forget I am your present. So whenever you want to be naked after now, remember you can do it.”

Nevertheless he was not sure yet that he could be totally nude before me and he removed shoes and socks now. His boner was evident and I was smiling at him so he finally dared remove every piece of clothing. And I was lucky to finally see him sigh but pulling down his pants. Through his beautiful blue boxers I could see the tip of his protruding cock, but mine would soon be visible too due to the arousal of watching Gary taking everything off and starting to be easy with his father. At last he took off his boxers. He had a sexy long cock I wanted to soon be working with. He turned so I could also see his arse and he finally sat down and told me that I could strip if I wanted.

-I’m Peyton, your father-present and I will do anything you order me after now, Gary.

-You don’t have to ever go further than your desires, Peyton. You’re my present, but also my father and of course the one I love most, so you will always do only those things with which you are feeling comfortable, like kissing me. You’ve been so good as to kiss me and I saw you hard all the time. That can be enough.

-That could be enough, but I’ve promised you much more and there will be much more –and just then I started stripping for him to enjoy and the more clothes I removed, the harder I could notice him. I smiled at him and then Gary began to touch me erotically. Still with my boxers on, I started to grope everything of that sexy boy, my son. And prior to pulling down my boxers I kissed his mouth a second time. Finally I was buck naked with him for the first time. I was hard as a rock wanting to do much more but first he kissed me again and praised my whole body and my personality, adding that probably I wasn’t aware of what a sexy man I was. And I saw him then grasping my cock and he started to jack me off.

-Gary –I told him-, I know you don’t want to call me slave, but I am the slave. Shouldn’t it be me the one jacking you off? Please.

-But I’m gay, dad, and I’ve fantasized a lot of times that I could be playing with your dick, and now I can. If you wanna keep on being my present, you have to allow me. Do you feel bad?

-I only feel bad because I am your present and I still haven’t had any opportunity to show you, so could I be allowed to do the same to you, Gary?

-Well, if you’re sure you can like it, then you can do it.

I lost no more time, grabbed my son’s hard dick and with total security and affection I started to stroke it. And thus we began our first masturbation. And all the time we were jacking each other off, we were kissing and touching sensuously. He told me once and again I was sexiest, hottest and most respectful and he had just had the best present of his life, and told me that being like we were now could be enough: naked, kissing, touching and jacking each other off. But I told him again he still didn’t know what I’m made of and I would do much more for his fun. It was being a really erotic experience to be masturbating my son and after now I only wanted to please his dick.

-Then dad, I have a suggestion. Both of us can spend today totally nude and sometimes we will kiss or maybe masturbate each other again. Then my desire would be to sleep together at least tonight.

-Every day if you want, Gary.

-I mean sleeping naked and do the same we are doing now and then snuggle up together and that’s all, or we could go further but I want you to have at least a whole day to think things twice dad. I only want your fun.

-Be it as you wish, Gary. We will sleep naked together and it will not only be tonight. And you will see that your father-present will give you much more fun.

-I cannot hold it, dad. I’m gonna cum.

-And I’ll cum the moment I see you cumming.

That was the first time we shot our loads together. I knew well now I needed to see Gary’s cock cumming over and over again with me. We kissed passionately again and then he told me we could separate now. He had some work to do and went to his room, totally nude of course. I went to the living room and began to read.

It was a horny first day when every time we met, we touched and kissed and we jerked each other off two more times till we reached dinner time. Now we would masturbate again before going to bed together for the first time. I was so glad he had certainly liked his Christmas present, myself.