Giles' blues

Put a ring on it

A naked dinner with such a hot boy! Giles was totally hard all dinner and I asked him whether he liked this intimacy.

-What a hot and open-minded man you are, Stuart. I don’t remember my sadness now. You’ve cured it.

-Then Giles, we can have naked dinners after now every day, naked lunch, having baths together, even being naked the whole day.

Thus we were finishing dinner and at last I went quickly on all fours since I knew well what I wanted and then told him.

-Fuck me, Giles. I cannot tell you how good I feel with you, better than being with a girl. I need to know everything, please fuck Stuart.

-We needn’t go that far, dad. We can blow each other again for instance but to do this, you must be very sure.

-I’m sure you would also like your father to fuck you and it can be possible only if you fuck me first. Come on Giles, you’re brave. Stick it in my ass.

He approached me and timidly drove his hot penis in. If I felt a slight pain, I did not want to show him and urged him to go on and started talking to him.

-You’re the young one here, Giles, and you sang a song from the 20th century. I’m the old one and I want to sing a song from the 21st century now. –And all the time he was fucking me, I was singing Single Ladies, by Beyonce but somehow I was telling him we were two single gentlemen.

And the moment came when noticing Giles’ cock inside me started to become ecstasy and I told him and seeing his father’s fun when being fucked he managed to hold it for longer than a quarter of an hour. I know this intimacy is what I needed from now on: every kind of sexual fun with Giles and it was then that I invited him to also sleep together after now and do everything that couples did. Those words made him cum plus the knowledge that I would fuck him later. But after his first stream in my ass and before he took his sexy dick out, I sang again.

-If you liked it, then you should have put a ring on it.

And I sang that sentence twice more.

-What d’you mean, Stuart?

-You can use rings for weddings but also for engagements. I still keep the rings I used with your mother. Before I fuck you now, I’ll fetch one and you’ll put in on my ring finger before I fuck you, so you know that when I’m doing it, we would be engaged. That’s what I really want, Giles. I want to be your new partner till the day you find a new boy.

-Dad, if you want to be my partner, I’ll never need a new boy. But is it that you love me?

-Not yet, Giles, but one day might come when telling you I love you could have a deeper meaning than the love of a father for a son. And do you love me, Giles?

-Not yet either, Stuart, but as you said, it could really happen.

-Well, whether it happens or not, we are engaged. I’ll go to my bedroom and bring a ring.

I soon brought two beautiful rings from my bedroom and told him to place one on my right ring finger. He did and I felt I was his soon to be husband and now I wanted to put a new ring on him, but he told me.

-Put it on my finger the moment you cum in my ass, Stuart, not before that moment, please. We’re becoming engaged and I want the ring as a sign of our engagement once father and son have done everything with each other.

And he quickly went on all fours and asked me to fuck him now. Seeing him in that position almost made me cum again but I took a deep breath and got ready to finally fuck Giles.

I entered him carefully but once my dick was at last in that perfect ass, he reminded me Pedro had sufficiently fucked him and his ass was really used to being fucked and it wouldn’t hurt him and wanted me deeper. So I took a steady rhythm, getting progressively in. I couldn’t see Giles’ eyes in that position but I could glimpse some of his face and he was smiling, almost laughing, bathed in joy. It was so good to see him like that. I finally knew I was the only thing he needed and Giles’ blues could turn into a triumphant aria. He repeatedly asked me whether I liked his ass and I had to cry there could be no area of anybody’s body I liked more than that ass of his; I had never fucked anybody in the ass and had I known earlier what bliss it was, I would have done it. But it was an exquisite act of love to fuck my own son, knowing he also fucked me. His continuous yells increased till the moment finally came when I had to do as he had asked me. I had the other ring in my hand, ready to put in on his ring finger the moment I came in his ass. And finally I cried as the ring was coming down in his finger.

-Here you are, Giles, my juice is finally bathing you as this ring finally shows our engagement is our new reality after now. –I kissed his lips and finally took my dick out of his ass.

-And now, Giles, this newly found couple is heading to their nuptial bed. Let’s go, my dear son.

-First thing I wanna do is savouring again your scrumptious periscope –that was the first thing I told him in bed after a long foreplay of kissing and groping our naked bodies.

-In my maturity, I come to find out that what my mouth always wanted to savour was a dick, Giles.

-Then enjoy yourself, dad.

-I think my dick is exhausted to fuck again but I’ll end up extracting more juice from your nuts.

-My life is no longer a blues, thanks to you, Stuart and since we’re engaged, that’s the only name I’ll use for you after now when we’re alone at home.

I nodded and kept on sucking for ten more minutes but Giles was so greedy to give me a new blowjob that he came just then. Every time I was allowed to drink his cum, I found it tastier.

His dick had not quite finished cumming when he was again sucking mine.

-Not only a tasty periscope. With you I can also savour the high towers of a castle, seen from afar in the horizon.

And I had to fill my son’s mouth of fatherly spunk one more time that day.

Now we snuggled up and were soon asleep. The next day, we resumed our concerts with Downhearted and Giles saw Pedro every day, but he managed to forget him and even smile at him when they talked. Nobody knows we are a couple since he’s very careful to always call me only dad at work. Of course at home I’m only Stuart for him. We always sleep together, have our baths together and on winter nights we still like making love by the chimney.

Freedom can move your life and it can be seen even in the hardest conditions, together with love and friendship, happiness and beauty. Have a look at the life of eight beggars who live together at: https://luces-delatierra.blogspot.com/ or in English at: https://lightsoftheearth.blogspot.com/