This is based on true events, only the names and some minor facts have been altered
My father was killed in a construction accident when I was young. I do not remember a time when I didn’t have a crush on that man. Long before I knew what sex was I knew I wanted to be his in some kind of special way. That crush didn’t die with him, but grew every year with me. As I matured the crush grew sexual in nature as my memory faded and I replaced him with a fantasy.
With this in mind it is not hard to believe that as an adult I ended up with an older partner. He knew of my daddy issues and was quite content to play that role for me.
We had been together going on 10 years and had a great life. I in my mid 30’s, 6’, 175# with a really fat 7” cock. My husband in his mid 50’s, 5’7”, 190# with a 6” cock that rarely went soft. He was short, stout hairy and hard, just the way I like em. We would occasionally cut loose, smoke some ice and invite others to come party and play with us. My husband usually chose who we invited so there were lots of twinks that visited us as that was his type. I wasn’t thrilled with this but made the best out of it and found ways to have fun even though I craved the few times I had two daddies to play with.
We were catching a buzz one night, cruising Grindr looking for someone to invite over. We see this cute guy, nothing too special about him other than he was -younger and had more of a twink build to him. He was wearing a knitted hippie hat in the clearest pic of him and you only saw the side of his face.
We chatted a while, found out he liked to party too and invited him over. I was resigned to doing my best to enjoy yet another twink with my husband and l-wasn’t expecting anything earth shattering. I couldn’t have been more wrong.
About an hour after we chatted we hear a knock on the front door , my husband throws on some boxer shorts and I grab my robe ( we went back to fucking as soon as we had secured a third for the evening) and answer the door. My husband answered the door, said “Hi, welcome” and gave the guy a hug. At this point I’m walking from the kitchen area and that’s when I looked up and saw the guy. I kinda froze mid step and really couldn’t process what I was seeing.
I look again to make certain and then I look at my husband and he sees the confusion on my face and he nods slightly confirming what I was seeing was actually there and not something my mind on drugs had created. I look back at our guest and this time I let my jaw nearly drop to the floor, it was so uncanny. I didn’t know what to say or how to react.
By now our guest was onto the fact something was up and was quickly looking back and forth between Jon (my husband) and I. “Ok guys, what the fuck is going on?”
I say “I’m so sorry but can you please wait right there a second “ and without giving him time to respond I walked into my office just off the great room where we were all standing, grabbed it off my desk, walked up to Gerry ( our guest ) and handed it to him.
Gerry, who we later found out was 25 yrs old , 6”, about 170# with dark hair and blue eyes just like me and hung like a horse by the way, looked down and saw that I had handed him a framed photograph.
He looks at me a little confused then begins to really look at the photo, his expression slowly changes from one of confusion to anger as he turns the photo over looking for any clues as to what he is seeing “how the fuck do you guys have a framed photo of me? I don’t even recognize where this was taken” you could hear an edge of anger to his voice.
“Of course you don’t recognize where that photo was taken” I said as calmly as possible “that’s the front porch of the house I grew up in and that’s not you in the photo. That’s the last picture that was taken of my father a couple months before he was killed in an accident”. Gerry had the same eyes, chin, nose, smile, nearly identical black framed glasses, had the same butch haircut and was wearing a blue flannel shirt as was my father in the picture. He was my dead father’s doppelgänger. He looked so much like my father he actually thought he was looking at a photo of himself.
Now I had been told my whole life how much I looked like my father, it was even hard for my paternal grandma to have me around because I reminded her of him so much. But compared to Gerry I looked like I had only a slight familial resemblance to my dad at the best. Looking at Gerry was like looking at my dad’s identical twin.
First thing running through my mind was we had to be related so we discussed our family backgrounds and found out Gerry was too young to have had my father somehow sire him. His family was located on the east coast while mine have been on the west coast as long as anyone can remember so it doesn’t seem we were related at all. This all occurred within 5 minutes of handing the photo to Gerry, he was still holding it, looking at it often as we spoke. It was at that point I had made up my mind, I walked up to Gerry, took the photo and placed it on an end table and pulled Gerry in for a very long, very sensual kiss. I kissed him like I had always wished I could’ve kissed my father. With every ounce of pent up desire that had accumulated over the years. I took his hand and led the three of us to the bedroom looking forward to getting high and getting nasty with my husband and Dad’s look alike all night long.
It didn’t take long for the clouds to be filling the room as we got Gerry undressed and the two of us naked as well. We started by making out as we blew clouds into each others mouths and I couldn’t wait any longer , took a huge hit , pushed Gerry onto his back and blew a thick cloud onto his cock as I took it in my mouth. A loud moan escaped my mouth as I felt his cock hit the back of my throat.
Jon is kicked back watching me suck on Gerry’s dick as he is stroking his cock. I get on my hands and knees pointing my ass in his general direction and he takes the hint. Next thing I feel is my husband’s tongue trying its hardest to work its way up my hole. I push my ass back and start grinding it against his face, loving the way his full beard felt against my hairless crack, this gets him to start slapping my ass, getting a little harder with each Slap as I grind harder showing my approval.
After sucking on Gerry’s thick 8 inches for a while I turn around and shove my tongue in the mouth that had just been at my ass, tasting my self on his mustache as we kissed. My ass was now pointed towards Gerry and he must’ve liked seeing my husband slapping my ass and had started slapping it himself. Harder and faster than my husband had, from the moans I was letting into Jon’s mouth it was easy to tell I was enjoying the rough treatment to my ass and was wanting more.
Slap that ass harder” my husband encouraged Gerry “he’ll fuck like a madman if you get him worked up a bit”. Then Jon grabbed my head and forced his rock hard cock in my mouth and just started to ruthlessly pound my mouth. I was loving every minute of it then felt Gerry’s tongue at my hole. Jon was spreading my ass cheeks wide so Gerry could get as far up my ass as possible, even grabbing Gerry by the back of his head , pushing his face into my crack as I was once again grinding up against a hot tongue.
Next thing I know Jon pulls out of my mouth turns me over so I’m now on my back and says “that tongue up the ass looks like fun” and sits on my face grinding his ass against me this time. He then grabs my hard dick by the base with one hand and the back of Gerry’s head with the other and forces his mouth down on my cock setting the pace for the blow job I am now receiving.
A couple minutes later and Jon tells us he wants to watch us 69, I of course was eager to put on a show with my dads twin and quickly got on my back underneath Gerry so it’d be easier for him to thrust his cock down my throat while laying on top of me. I look at Jon and once again he’s kicked back stroking his cock watching the action. This is not usually like him, he’s always one to be involved in the action but I get the feeling he’s enjoying seeing me with this guy who looks exactly like my father. “ eat his ass now baby” I hear him say and I need no more encouragement and pull off his cock, spread his cheeks and bury my face in that ass.
Next thing I notice is my husband reaching under the bed to our box of toys , choosing one of my favorite vibrating toys and handing it to Gerry. He takes it , gets an almost evil grin on his face and looks my husband straight in the eye as he slowly slides it in my hole. I see Jon reach over and hit the power button, hitting it a few times until it’s set on a pattern he knows I like then sits back again watching me getting fucked by my favorite toy.
I stop eating Gerry’s ass and take his cock back in my mouth, loving the idea of my “dad” sliding my favorite toy in and out as my husband strokes his cock. I then feel the bed moving as my husband is now kneeling over my head and he shoves his cock in my mouth forcing Gerry’s cock out then Gerry did the same, two cocks fighting for dominance of my mouth. I almost shot right then just from the idea of having my dad and my husband using my mouth so brutally. Think it really got to Jon as well cause he started pumping faster and faster and next thing I know he is shooting in my mouth, then pulls out shooting all over Gerry’s cock and keeps pumping til his nuts are drained. Gerry’s cock is now covered in his cum and he tells me to lick his load off of it, sits back and watches until I have the cock in my mouth cleaned and cum free. He leans down to kiss me and says , “ I’m getting real tired baby, I had a long week but I want you and your dad to keep going if you want, just leave the door open for me so I can hear if any trouble starts”. I start trying to talk him into staying cause with all the ice we smoked I knew he wasn’t tired but he put his finger to his lips and shook his head as he smiled. He wanted me to enjoy my time with the doppelgänger without worrying about making sure he was included or inhibiting me in any way with this once in a lifetime chance we had stumbled on. I told him I loved him and leaned up for a kiss before he got off the bed and went and laid down in our guest room. Later on he told me how turned on he was all night listening to the moans and fucking sounds Gerry and I made all night long. He said every time he heard me call him daddy his cock would leak a little more precum. He must’ve leaked a lot because I was riding that fantasy for all it was worth.
Thanks to the drugs Gerry and I fucked and sucked all night long. He fucked me, I fucked him, flip flopping from bottom to top, I think he was as into the fantasy as I was. He called me his boy and son all night even though he was younger than me. I can’t tell you how many loads we dumped into each other before the sun started to come up but it was non stop for about 8 hours, only taking water breaks and resting while we smoked more dope to keep the frenzy going. My cock and ass were both a bit tender the next couple of days.
When Gerry had to leave that morning we walked past the guest room on the way to the front door and saw my husband was sleeping, I said goodbye to Gerry and we had a final kiss before he left.
I then went to the guest room and climbed into the bed with my husband. The movement woke him up and told him I loved him and thanked him for understanding. He asked me how I felt about everything and I tried to explain how cathartic that night had been, the yearning for that touch from my dad was gone, the crush no longer there. I was free from this impossible need for the first time in over 20 years, free of my daddy issues.
We kissed and he reached back to feel my worn out hole, started slipping fingers into me and had me hard and moaning in no time. I got into a position for a 69 session with him and as I sucked his cock he discovered how much he liked shoving his tongue up my well used hole. I spent the next couple of hours showing him how grateful I was for the selfless kindness and understanding he showed me and then fully satiated we both fell asleep.
