Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. It involves sexual relationships between men and between adult family members. If you are offended of this subject matter, if you are a minor, or if you are in a place where it is illegal to read this type of literature, stop reading now. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Author's Note: This is my first submission, so any and all feedback from readers and/or suggestions for future plot arcs are highly encouraged. The goal here is a compelling story with both the hottest encounters and strong characterization. Really want to try something new here and could use the encouragement. More chapters to come; you'll see some bread crumbs thrown in here. While this first chapter is bisexual in nature, the anticipated direction is more gay-male. Feedback can also be emailed to [email protected]
Chapter 1: What Happens In Rome...
"Dad, I hope you're done packing!" I called out as I entered the foyer of my father's home. It had been years since I set foot in here. After my parent's divorce, a frosty distance set in between my father and me. When I came out to him as bi a few years after college, that ensured that he never saw me the same again. But I'm on the cusp of 40 now, living my own life of luxury with my husband, and Dad and I have mended fences pretty well from a distance. Now that he's retired early at 60, I offered to take him on the trip to Europe he had always dreamed of. Who knew it was going to change us forever?
My stepmom glided into the foyer to greet me. "Hey Matthew!" she gushed.
"Hi Audrey" I smiled, kissing her cheek. "Where's Dad?"
"I'm here, I'm here," Dad announced, ambling in from the kitchen, dragging a massive suitcase behind him. Richard Harding looked as fit as ever in a hunter green polo slightly open at the collar, revealing a tuft of dirty blond chest hair. He gave me a tight bear hug. His biceps felt firmer than I remembered.
"Damn, Dad, have you been working out?" I joked.
Taking a closer look, I noticed his bulky arms were stretching the sleeves of his polo and his shoulders looked broader than usual.
"Well, I gotta fill my days somehow," he retorted. "Can't just sit on the couch every day, right?" he added, leaning toward my stepmother.
"Mhmm," she purred, rubbing his left shoulder.
"All right, enough you two," I teased. "Let's hit the road, Dad."
After some quick goodbyes and a pleasantly smooth walk through the airport, we were high above the Atlantic in adjoining center seats, en route to Paris-Charles de Gaulle. Dad delighted in sitting in business class for the first time in his life, taking pictures on his iPhone of every little detail--his champagne glass, the linen tablecloth, selfies with me behind him. He took great pleasure in charming the flight attendants too, no hard feat for him. He was a ladies' man throughout my childhood, flirting with students' moms as the coach of our high school's football team. He had recently divorced my mom back then and still sported a visibly toned body underneath his uniform. The stay-at-home moms lapped him up. I wasn't on the football team thankfully, so at least Dad wasn't going around dating my own friends' moms. Compared to my brother Justin, I was the more bookish and creative son, so I was often either at the library or jamming with my garage band, instead of watching Dad making his own moves on the sidelines.
Twenty years later, I couldn't help but think that Dad was now in another prime of his life after retirement, and I was happy to help him enjoy it. When I thought of the secret plan I had set for us, I felt my heart thump a bit louder.
Three hours into the flight, Dad turned to me, removing his horn-rimmed glasses to rub his eyes.
"All right, champ. I'm going to try to get some sleep here. See you in Par-ee."
As he got some shut-eye, I took a closer look at him. He had a bit more gray in the temples, a touch of steel in his burnished bronze hair. The lines around his eyes had deepened too, but they just added an air of wisdom, as did the new beard he was trying out. His collar was still comfortably open, and I noticed his nipples pointing straight at attention underneath the dark green cotton. It was cold in the plane as usual.
Before I knew it, I woke up with a start just as we landed in Paris, and our European adventure began. It was a whirlwind tour. Days of crisscrossing the city. A monument here, a monument there. Dad took a chance on new cuisine. I splurged for us both in some shops. Paris was followed by Amsterdam, Munich, Prague. Dad recited facts from his guidebook that I pretended not to already know. All the while, I kept getting more excited for our last destination: Rome.
I knew I wanted us to go out with a bang. For these last few days, I got us a suite on the top floor of a five-star hotel near the Villa Borghese, overlooking the old city. After several days of sleeping on adjacent beds, I knew Dad would relish having separate bedrooms -- at least at first. And the suite looked just as I pictured it: a spacious lounge with an amber-lit terrace at the far end and a lavish bedroom with ornate French doors on either side of the lounge.
Dad and I sat on the cream upholstered couch in our pajamas, with the TV on as background noise and a midnight nightcap in front of us, recounting the events of the day. I double-checked a message on my phone for the confirmation. It was go time.
"So, Dad, I was thinking..." I trailed off. "Yeah?" "While we're away, this is a good chance for me to play around a bit." I added a pause. "So, I invited a local girl to come over." What Dad didn't know was that I'd seen Sofia a few times before on previous trips to Rome. She was a great lay, with bangin' tits, a tight ass, and penchant for satisfying every kink. That's why I knew she'd be game to play along with the plan.
Dad looked at me stunned.
"It's OK," I said, seeing the gears turning in his mind. "Steven and I have an arrangement. If one of us is traveling, then as long as we stay safe, we can... well, we can have our own fun."
Dad still stared at me silently, maybe wishing he had such an arrangement of his own with Audrey.
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah. I am. So... you might want to head to bed early," I continued, reaching for the remote to turn off the TV.
"You mean someone's coming here now?"
"She should be here in about ten minutes."
"Wait, 'she'?"
"Yeah," I said, enjoying the look of confusion in his eyes.
"I did tell you when I came out that I was bi, remember?"
Silence.
"I do remember that..." he replied slowly. "I guess I just always assumed that, since you were with Steven, that you kind of made a decision."
"No, Dad," I replied, feigning annoyance. "I still fuck some pussy on the side." In reality, it was only once every few years or so.
Dad was dumbfounded, again surprised by the blunt talk, though I noticed his mouth twitch into a half-smirk.
"All right," he said, still incredulous, slowly rising from the couch. "Well, have fun."
Once he ambled over to the doorway of his bedroom, I added, "Don't worry. I'll try to keep the noise down."
With his hand on the doorway and his back to me, he shook his head, stifling a chuckle, then he turned in for the night, closing the door gently behind him.
After a few minutes, I heard a knock on the front door.
"Ciao, Sofia," I murmured, as I let her in. Sofia looked just the same as when I met her six years ago -- petite with wavy, dark brown hair and almond-shaped, green eyes.
"Ciao, bello," she purred, planting a kiss on each cheek. "We have fun tonight, si?" She looked at me hungrily with a devious smirk.
In the weeks leading up to this trip, I had been messaging with Sofia, giving her a taste of how tonight might go down. She was always game for anything. And one night years ago, she let slip that she was always interested in seeing father and son cock. The night of that revelation, as Sofia snored lightly beside me, the satin sheets twisted within our legs, my mind started racing.
I thought back to certain moments that hadn't passed my mind in years -- memories from my adolescence just when I started becoming conscious of my own dick size, around the time my dick and balls got big enough that they grazed the toilet seat. Memories like starting to notice the outline of Dad's bulge as he walked around in briefs after a steamy shower. Or swiping a pair of his briefs from the laundry to see how his dad meat stretched out the fabric, leaving a firm pouch in the front. Daring to put that pouch on my face. To take a whiff. To try a lick. To think about how I was growing a man's cock myself. Then I shook those thoughts from my mind and dozed off. But the memories kept coming back. Then after one drunken conversation with my uncle Patrick last year, which he's likely forgotten, I learned the last bit that I needed to know to put this plan into action.
Sofia and I were now in my bedroom, and I shut the door firmly enough for Dad to register the click. Just for him to know that his son was about to fuck and get his dick wet yards away from him. Sofia and I kissed gently until I lowered myself to sit on the foot of the bed. Rubbing my hands along the inside of her thighs and up her tight white skirt, I could feel the lace on her pussy was soaked with desire. I rubbed her clit through the fabric and felt my cock stirring to attention.
"So here's what we're going to do," I whispered in Italian. "We'll pretend to have a little bit of our fun here to get him in the mood, right? And get loud, baby. I know that turns him the fuck on. Then you're going to go out there and do your thing."
"I've been waiting for weeks, amore," she cooed, sliding off her silk top and displaying her full breasts under a black lace brassiere. Sofia straddled my lap, and she started whimpering like she was already midway in the throes of passion -- an impressive performance to her credit. She thrust her hips into mine and knew just where to grind her crotch.
"Oh fuck baby," I cried out. "I missed this pussy. Get it wet for me. That's it, rub my cockhead with that clit."
Thinking about Dad hearing his big boy getting some action and probably getting a bit horny himself spurred me even further. Minutes passed with waves of filthy talk ringing across the suite. Sofia pulled out all the stops. I said the dirtiest things with abandon, knowing it was pumping my father's cock right up.
"Ah Matteo, si si si," she cried out.
"Yeah, I'm filling you up good," I said, still with my sweatpants on. "Hold it inside there. I want to feel it all, baby."
Then we knew it was time. It just took one nod from me. Sofia gingerly got off my lap with a toothy grin and shuffled out of my bedroom. I walked over to the French doors of my bedroom and pulled the sheer curtain aside to look into the lounge. I watched Sofia as she crept across the sitting area to Dad's bedroom, fully naked. She opened his door slightly and slipped inside.
I heard Dad exclaim quietly, then Sofia's soothing voice calmed his surprise. "Ciao, Riccardo," I heard her say. "I'm Sofia, Matteo's friend. He said you might like some company. Well, it looks like you were already awake, weren't you?"
Sofia spent the next few minutes working her magic, convincing Dad that she just wanted to make him happy, that I had already paid her for the full night, and that I thought he might like to have some fun with her. After a few moments of silence punctuated with the sound of kissing (or sucking?), I gathered that Sofia sealed the deal.
I tiptoed out in the sitting area once I calculated that Dad would be well occupied, and then I could hear the unmistakable sounds of sucking even louder. Mindful of each step, I ambled to the French doors of his room, with gossamer, beige curtains behind the panes of glass. The single bedside lamp across the room cast shadows of Dad and Sofia against the curtains. No clear silhouettes, but faint shadows danced against the curtains as my father and my bait writhed into each other. I heard giggles, whispers. Inching the door open, with barely a squeak, I peeked in and only saw Dad's profile as he lay halfway down the bed, Sofia's hair swaying in his face. She had just stopped sucking my father's cock, I gathered, and was now lowering herself onto his lap. Peering further around the door's edge, I saw Dad's broad chest, his dark pink nipples, then Sofia's legs as she straddled him. I took a moment to stare at my dad's naked hips, a part that I so rarely see, even on our boys' trips to our local beach. I felt my cock stirring, watching Sofia slam her ass down onto his crotch, her large natural breasts swaying with their weight. A few more moments. Then I swung the door open.
Dad bolted upright when he noticed me walk in, and put his hands on Sofia's arms. He was stunned silent, while Sofia roared with laughter.
"Matteo, are you feeling jealous?" she feigned.
"Matt, I--, she--" Dad stammered.
"It's ok, Dad," I reassured him. "What happens in Rome stays in Rome, right?"
"I guess, I just... I hope you don't bring this up to Audrey. We've already been dealing with some hard times and--"
"Dad, relax. I don't care. I told you that Steven and I have our own fun, right?" I said comfortingly, leaning against the doorframe with my arms crossed. "Besides, Sofia's great. I don't blame you for wanting to get a piece of that ass too."
Dad's grip on Sofia's arms loosened as he calmed down. He must have thought that I walked in so that I could snag him for fucking behind Audrey's back. I realized this was it. This was the last bit of leverage I needed.
"You know, I haven't busted a nut in about two weeks since I had to sleep next to you, Dad. I might want Sofia back, so I could go for round two tonight." I was lying. I hadn't cum yet with Sofia tonight. I was saving my load up for this moment. But Dad didn't have to know. "Actually, she's looking pretty fucking hot right now," I continued. "Audrey won't have to hear about this." I slowly walked over to the bed, while Sofia smiled smugly at me and sat expectantly.
Positioning myself right behind Sofia as she straddled Dad, I squeezed her tits to show them off to him. Nuzzling her neck, twisting her smooth brown nipples, I took a quick peek at Dad on the bed. His eyes were closed, Maybe he was wondering if this was all a dream, his mind fuzzy with horniness as his dad cock throbbed inside a new Italian pussy.
Dad's hands were now behind his head, showing off the twin thick bushes in his pits, fully untrimmed and golden-brown. My mind flashed back to the manly scent he'd emit after his long days on the football field -- and my visits to his laundry hamper right after on game nights. Then I placed my hands on Sofia's shoulders, gave a squeeze, and slowly spun her around to face me. She giggled, swinging her legs over Dad's knees, revolving her tight pussy around Dad's throbbing cock. Now facing me, her legs dangling over the foot of the bed, she continued riding on Dad's lap.
"Oh fuck," Dad cried out, squeezing an ass cheek in each of his hands.
"That's right, Sofia," I cooed. "Keep riding my old man." I got closer to Sofia and put my hand in her hair and cradled her head to hold her balance.
"Your papa is big like you," she said teasingly.
"I think you mean I'm big like papa," I replied, more so for my father to hear.
"Geez, Louise," Dad muttered.
"What's that, Dad? You're surprised I got my fat cock from you?" I said, egging him on.
After a pause, he muttered, "I figured you must have, Matt."
"Guess I never thanked you for it," I laughed.
Turning my attention back to Sofia, I ran my hands down the sides of her waist as she slowly pulled down my loose sweatpants. My dick was already rock hard and bounced to attention when the waistband dropped.
"Give it a stroke," I whispered to her.
Then I fixed my gaze on Dad's ballsack down below, full, smooth and bouncing as he fucked away. I could see the shape of each of my father's balls dancing inside that velvety sack. When he stopped thrusting for a second at a time, they hung so low that they rested on the white bedsheet.
A crazy thought came to mind. While Sofia kept stroking my cock, now slick with gobs of precum, I looked into her eyes and put my finger to my lips. Then I slowly reached for Dad's sack and bluffed, "Damn Sofia, you really like balls don't you?" loud enough for Dad to hear. Then I made contact, cupping them in my hands while Dad thrusted away.
Sofia just giggled and said "Mhmm."
Dad exclaimed, "Oh baby, that feels good." He thrust faster and the balls that made me slapped harder into my hand. "Play with them, Sofia," he panted.
"Yeah, Sofia," I smirked. "Play with my daddy's balls."
Then I ran my fingertips from the bottom of Dad's sack, up the bottom of his shaft, and over Sofia's wet clit. My father moaned again. Then I put my left hand in Sofia's hair and moved my right hand to her mouth, palm down. She got the hint and opened her mouth. I smirked while I rubbed my dad's man musk on her tongue. She stuck her tongue out further for a second go, and I massaged Dad's balls again and swiped my hand on her tongue, this time horizontally. I did that for a few more rounds, feeding ballsack musk to tongue as Sofia kept playing with my cockhead and Dad trained his eyes on the ceiling.
I slowly stepped onto the foot of the bed, putting one foot on either side of Sofia's legs until my cock was eye level with her. She licked the underside of my throbbing dick and slowly put the flared head inside her mouth, looking up at me. I glanced at Dad right below me -- a bird's eye view as I saw him squirming underneath Sofia's ass. His eyes popped wide now, silently watching my Italian friend bobbing her head right underneath my trimmed bush. We were now sharing the same girl, I thought -- dad and son, one in each hole. I pulled Sofia's head closer into me and felt my thick member go down her gullet as she gagged rhythmically. "Funny," I thought. "Here Dad and I are sharing Sofia and we haven't even fully seen each other's dicks. That makes it OK, right?"
Dad's gaze was fixated on the back of Sofia's head, probably imagining what her head was blocking right on the other side. Meanwhile, I scanned down Dad's body and got a closer look at what this former athlete was working with now. His chest was still full and broad, two massive pecs with quarter-sized nipples the shade of dusky pink. A full blanket of trimmed golden chest hair and a hairy trail down his firm abdomen. He didn't have the six pack that I recalled from long days at the beach from decades ago, but you could tell this was the torso of a well-built man -- a slight paunch but firm. I craned my head a bit further and saw his natural, untrimmed dad bush inside the cleft of Sofia's asscheeks. Then I felt another burst of precum shoot down my dick.
At that moment, I saw Dad grimace and his breath quickened. "I'm close," he muttered softly, almost to himself.
I then leapt off the bed and stood once again in front of Sofia as my Dad was pummeling her pussy even harder. Sofia leaned forward into me and we held each other's arms as she let Dad have his way with her.
"Si si si, papa," she squealed. "Put your babies inside me," she added in Italian.
"Arghh, arghhh," Dad roared, his hands like a vise around Sofia's hips. His pace abated once he surely finished his fifth squirt or so. His steely-gray eyes looked into mine briefly, and he flopped his head back onto the pillow, riding the wave. I gently pushed Sofia backwards until her back was on Dad's torso, her feet higher in the air, and l looked down at her well-spent pussy. Dad's heavy sack was now tight against the base of his cock, and as I lifted Sofia's legs even higher, Dad's eight-inch cock slowly pulled out of Sofia's slick hole, lubed up with his own cum and surely some leftover saliva of mine from when i fingered Sofia earlier in my room. I watched each inch of Dad's member slide out until her pussy lips reached my father's swollen and bulbous cockhead, which to my surprise had a foreskin just around the rim of his mushroom. With each second, his foreskin was bit by bit crawling back up his dickhead and his semi flopped forward and hung heavily in front of his quivering balls. Sofia and Dad were panting on the bed, and Dad's arms wrapped around Sofia's abdomen, holding her close to him as he caught his breath. This whole time, my dick was throbbing, put on the edge by Sofia's incredible blowjob, until I saw Dad's heavy white load dripping out of Sofia's pussy, down onto his cock and painting the plush carpet underneath. That image alone made me ready to bust. I pinned Sofia's legs further back near her head. While Dad held her tight, I rubbed my cockhead around her creampied pussy twice and slid my cock inside her in one fluid motion, using Dad's still-hot cum as my lube.
"Oh fuck, Sofia!" I cried out. "Fuck, Dad! I'm fuckin' her, Dad!" My vision blacked out for a second and stars danced in front of my eyes as I shot my most powerful cumshot in a quarter-century. Sofia's nails indented into my back, as the three of us were pounded into the mattress by my hips.
After a moment of silence, I got off of Sofia and swiftly left the room to avoid any awkward post-coital talk with my father. As we planned earlier, it was Sofia's job to smooth that out. As she later recounted to me, Dad was quiet for the next few minutes, still awake and contemplative, gently urging Sofia to leave. Sofia ignored his entreaty and helped herself to one of the luxurious bathrobes in the room and sidled next to Dad. She told him that she enjoyed the experience like none other, and that she always wanted to please a father and son at the same time. Of course, she left out that she and I had been talking about this for months. By the time the sun rose, Dad had resolved to sweep the experience out of his memory -- but I wasn't too worried. As I knew well from Uncle Patrick's revelation last year, this wasn't Dad's first time sharing a woman with another man.
When I woke up the next morning, Sofia had already left and Dad was brewing coffee in the sitting area of our suite.
"Good morning," I yawned, as I walked into the lounge in the late morning, wearing a matching bathrobe. Dad acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. I flopped onto the couch, letting the robe slide over my thigh with the sunlight streaming in through the terrace doors. We chitchatted about how we should spend our last day in Rome. "Maybe lunch in Trastevere?" I suggested.
"That works for me," Dad said.
The room stood still, as Dad stirred his coffee absentmindedly at the counter. He cleared his throat.
"So Matty, how did you meet Sofia anyway?" he asked casually, with his back to me. "Do you just find her on one of those escort apps?"
"No," I smiled. "I fucked her brother."
**To Be Continued**
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