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Rodney’s Memoirs

I know well I should never write this. It’s not sensible; someone could find my diary, or indeed my memoirs, but being 70 now, I want to write about the most exciting experiences of my life and read them later.

But still it is dangerous if someone ever read my memoirs and found that my brother and my father had sex with each other. When I knew, I was first shocked, but didn’t take long to join them too and even if I had never before had any gay experience, I certainly enjoyed sex with them so much that it soon became my only sexual fun.

So I will write about them, but will change our names in case my memoirs are read. My father still lives at 92 and  is strong as an ox. I will call him Allen. For a surname I’ve chosen Culver, which is not of course our family name. So at 40, Allen Culver was a district attorney. He was really well off and had a house on the beach. It’s on the beach where this story begins. Allen had had two children but was a widower and lived on his own, a big flat on the town, besides his house on the beach.

My brother was 20 at the moment and I’ll call him Marlon, for he reminds me of Marlon Brando in A streetcar named desire. He was and still is a talented painter, really famous, that’s why his name should never be read in these memoirs. So he was young and talented and soon was rich enough to buy a house on the beach next to that of my father.

For me I will choose the name Rodney. I’m two years older than Marlon and wanted to follow my father’s vocation and also studied Law. Well, I was not well off at the time so I had no house on the beach but visited them often, whenever I had the time for I was also a busy lawyer.

I still remember how one day I headed to the beach and visited my father as I used to do every week.

The front door was open so I simply entered and started looking for my father everywhere in his house and couldn’t find him. Maybe he was on the upper floor where his room was so I went up the stairs and knowing well where his bedroom was I headed there and suddenly I stopped short.

He was then totally nude and was jerking himself off. Well, nothing that could shock me so far; I also jacked off once and again. He was standing near the window with binoculars on his eyes. He seemed to be looking at something. He had heard me.

-Oh, sorry Rodney. I’ll be with you in a while.

-It’s me that wants to apologize, dad. I’m intruding. I should have cleared my throat or something and this is your house.

And I was then about to retire but suddenly I thought what the fuck it was that my father could be watching as he wanked, for I knew well this was a deserted cove and opposite his house you could only find Marlon’s house. So totally by surprise, I approached him, took away his binoculars and used them instead wanting to know what it was that he was looking. And I couldn’t believe my eyes. Suddenly I saw my brother Marlon lying totally nude on his bed and masturbating.

-What the fuck are you doing, dad? Are you masturbating spying Marlon?

-I am, but please Rodney, let me explain. Marlon knows and in fact he’s been for six months doing these shows for me. I have his consent and well, this will shock you, but he and I also have sex with each other, do everything, but believe me everything is consensual.

I suppose I looked at my father then totally disgusted and really shocked. I couldn’t believe what he’d just told me.

-Rodney, I don’t wanna lose you and I’m sure your brother now will be just as shocked if you suddenly hate him. He and I are adults and are harming nobody. So I’d like to have a coffee with you, as we do whenever you come to visit me and tell you how all of this began. Do you at least like me just enough to hear your father’s explanations?

-Yes dad –I told him with a shy voice, terrified and disgusted, I’m afraid.

-Then I will get dressed first and now we’ll go down and have a coffee.

I saw him putting everything back on and meanwhile I was so taken aback that didn’t know what to say. Neither of us was gripping the binoculars now but I sensed that Marlon in his house had also got dressed and left his room.

Finally we went down, my father prepared coffee while I was sitting downcast at the living room coffee table waiting for him, surprised rather than shocked but now I wanted him to explain everything to me.

-I’ll tell you everything, Rodney but you must have a really open mind. In everything I will tell you, there’s nothing wrong for both Marlon and I are adults and consent.

-Ok, dad, tell me.

-You know how I love looking at the birds and I’m almost an expert in them so I was one afternoon in my bedroom when I noticed some birds were hovering and I got my binoculars and started to watch. They were larks and it’s not often that you can see larks on the beach. So I was quietly looking at them when they started flying lower and I focused my binoculars in order to see them well, when I suddenly discovered Marlon naked on his bed (you know his bedroom faces mine) masturbating then and I know I should have gone on looking at the larks then and never focus my eyes on what I was watching. A father should not stay and watch his son jacking off but it was precisely the knowledge that I shouldn’t be looking what made me unable to withdraw my eyes from that unexpected vision and I said to myself that Marlon really has a sexy body. First it was the thought that a father could be proud of the sexy son he has but I was unaware that I was getting increasingly hard. I had been first looking at his whole sexy body, but now my brain told me I should stop my eyes just in his cock. How beautiful, how sweet to see your own son masturbating, something I also do a couple of times a day. How beautiful to look at his sexy face on the verge of orgasm. How beautiful and moving to see my son having fun at his dick. And then I really desired to see him cumming but first I had to whip my dick out. I didn’t wanna cream my pants and I admit that for the first time I was jacking off looking at a boy wanking. But are you not uncomfortable hearing me, Rodney?

-Well, I am, but I want to know. You can go on.

-Better if you keep on listening to my story with a boner, for you have a boner right now. Never give a damn about it. Well, I  will resume.

It was also pornographic to notice my father looking at me with an erection as I also had a boner. I didn’t understand but now I wanted to know everything.

-Well, I was about to cum when suddenly I noticed Marlon from his bedroom winking at me. That certainly made me cum. Marlon had seen me! But he came just then and I could never find the words to describe how hot it was to finally see Marlon cumming. Then he raised from his bed and smiled in my direction. So he had seen me spying him!

I went down and had dinner really worried that now my eldest son could be angry at me when I heard it, it was a Whatsapp message from him.

So now, me Rodney, will write some of my father’s Whatsapp and some of my brother’s. I will write WhfM meaning Whatsapp from Marlon and WhfA meaning Whatsapp from Allen.

WhfM: Have you enjoyed the show, dad?

WhfA: Oh, shit, Marlon, I don’t know what came to me. I just couldn’t take my eyes off you. You will never forgive me now.

WhfM: I wasn’t masturbating for you but when I saw you, I thought it was something special and tender. If you have enjoyed, don’t reproach yourself. In the end, I started jacking off for you. it’s really flattering and I’m glad you’ve caught me and had some fun.

WhfA: I’ve really enjoyed. I’m glad you are not shocked.

WhfM: Since you like these shows, they will be repeated. Next show will be tomorrow at 9 p.m. Hope you enjoy what you see masturbating again. This is something really funny for both, don’t worry. But just one more thing, dad…

WhfA: What is it, Marlon?

WhfM: After now, we can do anything we want, cause we are just two free adults, but don’t say a single word when we are together, dad. We have Whatsapp Messages to say anything we want, but just in messages.

WhfA: So it will be, my dear son. I’m so grateful to you now and so horny.

There we stopped the conversation for that day, Rodney. And that’s how it all began. Can I go on?

-You’d better go on, dad.

I was eagerly waiting for 9 p.m. the next day. But that afternoon he came to my house for a coffee as he does every afternoon, and we didn’t talk of yesterday’s surprising show. We would do after now what he’d said: never saying a single word, except on Whatsapp. I couldn’t help but have a big boner all the time we had that coffee and of course he noticed it but he was all the time smiling to me. Finally he left and I was all day eagerly waiting for 9 p.m. but I so wanted to see a new show from him that I went up to my room at half past eight, grabbed my binoculars and started looking.

Since it was not yet 9 p.m. he didn’t notice I was already with my binoculars near my window, my dick out and already playing with it. I had been for 24 hours wanting to reach today’s show. But the show now was watching Marlon not knowing I was spying him. He was already on top of his bed totally nude, but with a book in his hands. His eyes were so beautiful then focusing on the pages of one book I would know later that was an erotic novel, so his dick was all the time hard. He was also smoking a cigarette and it was pornographic to behold his absent sexy eyes, smoking quietly and the wisps of smoke reaching his beard,

His dick balancing freely.

It was such a hot masturbation that I had then, without Marlon knowing anything but sure he would be horny if he knew. Of course I came when it was almost nine. And just after cumming I saw that Marlon was finally aware that I was there on my windows with my binoculars ready and jacking off again. First he put out his cigarette and then he lied on his bed again but now on his stomach so I could also watch his ass that I hadn’t seen so far. I wondered then for the first time what it was that he had meant when he told me on Whatsapp that we could do anything. Surely he wasn’t saying we’d also fuck, was he? But I got horny as hell when I was already imagining my dick in that gorgeous ass, but please don’t blush, Rodney. It was then that he turned and started to jack off but his phone on his other hand and I felt again the sound of Whatspp.

WhfM: Did you like my ass, dad?

WhfA: It’s gorgeous, Marlon, as everything in your body.

WhfM: Then wank whenever you want thinking you’re fucking me, dad. Maybe one day I’ll give it to you for your fun. I’ll show you my ass every day.

WhfA: Now I’d rather see you playing again with that sexy dick you have.

And he went on but that’s not the only thing he was doing. Not leaving his bed and since he has a mirror next to it, I saw him kissing his mouth in the mirror. It drove me crazy and almost made me shoot another load. Our Whatsapp messages continued as he kept on wanking for me and now started to erotically touch his chest, then his chin, one hand rubbing his nipples and the other hand going up his legs and stroking his balls as he masturbated. I Whatsapped him to thank him for the show he was giving me. He wrote me back saying it was wonderful what we had started doing and these shows would continue. Knowing that I came again and he saw me and was frantically beating off for two more minutes till he also shot his load. He knew well I could not enjoy these shows unless I saw him cumming.

That was all I remember of that day, but these shows were repeated for two weeks and not saying a single word whenever we were together. And soon I saw something more. One day I was looking through the kitchen window, I noticed Marlon has left his house and was on the shore about to swim but totally nude. I loved it and thought it was natural. If I saw him totally nude every day in his shows, he could also try being a nudist for in this cove nobody could see him, except me of course and he would not mind I masturbated looking at him swimming naked. We talked about these things on Whatsapp but of course never in person.

And a month later, he told me tonight’s show would be at eight in the evening and he wanted to surprise me.

I spent all that day wondering how he wanted to surprise me and at the appointed hour, I was again ready for a new show, with my useful binoculars again. Again he was naked on his bed and first of all, with his hand already on his dick, he was smiling in my direction and winking at me. I got a Whatsapp from him.

WhfM: Now I want you to look at this.

And then I saw him taking out a dildo from one of his bedside table drawers. He raised it and took it to his mouth at the time I saw him grabbing his phone and writing.

WhfM: It will be hotter for both of us if I imagine I am sucking your cock, dad. So that’s what I am doing.

And I saw him licking the dildo as if he had done that a thousand times before, his face a total poem of lust and I was whacking off like crazy really picturing Marlon’s tongue, by the way also his tongue made me horny, up his father’s dick, stopping at what would be my glans and swallowing the dildo expertly then and always telling me on Whatsapp it was my dick that he was sucking. He was all the time jerking himself off. I had to shoot a first load and Whatsapped him to tell him. He answered telling me the show would continue. And then I had to cum again when I saw him bravely pushing the dildo up his ass. But it was hurting him. I saw tears running down his dear face and I thought again how sexy Marlon is, even a face full of tears is something that makes you see the beauty of a boy. I had a new Whatsapp.

WhfM: I’ll stop for today with the dildo. But no matter how many attempts I have. Every day you’ll see me with the dildo up my ass till one day you certainly fuck me.

I came again but wrote a new message.

WhfA: I needn’t fuck you one day, my sexy Marlon, but I appreciate that you’re telling me. Ok, cum first and the show can end for today.

Just a minute quickly beating his meat and I saw again his semen falling on his sculpted chest. Shortly later we waved goodbye to each other for today.

-But so far, Rodney, I have only told you the first steps. We haven’t had any sex with each other yet and I will have to talk to you of a night a month and a half later.

-You’d better tell me tomorrow, dad. I’m still surprised but am not angry at either of you. Tomorrow I’ll come for a new coffee and you can go on.

So I kissed my father and left. I thought briefly that maybe I should also go to my brother’s house first and calm him down, but just then I thought it would be better to speak to him as they did, with Whatsapp messages.

So once home I wrote to him and of course I will write now WhfR meaning Whatsapp from Rodney.

WhfR: Hi, Marlon. Don’t worry that I’ve caught you. Dad has only started to tell me the truth today, but he will go on the next days. But I will always love you, brother and will always love dad too.

WhfM: Oh, thank you, Rodney.

That day I was restless before sleep when I noticed I was hard all the time and I could not stop thinking about my father and my brother having sex. But I did not jerk myself off and could finally sleep.

The next day I was again in my father’s house having a coffee with him and I told him to continue the story. I was not angry but wanted to know the whole truth of my family. He sighed but smiled and began to tell me.

-Everything was like this till one night…

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