Looking for a father

Dangerous Blowjob

-Hey, wait, what was I feeling?

I’m Mel Adamsky, 45 now and I was sleeping as every night in just my briefs next to Abby, my wife. But every night she takes sleeping pills and I was feeling fire in my dick but she was fast asleep so I don’t think it was her. Maybe it was a wet dream but what I felt is that I was getting a blowjob. Besides I felt a hand gagging my mouth so I could not talk. I opened my eyes a crack. It was Amyas!

Ten years ago, I started working as a diplomat and was sent to India. There I met Abby, working also as a diplomat. We started dating, making love and falling in love and were soon married. She was the widow of another diplomat called Amyas Lal, but they were together for two years only till he died, though they had had a son called Amyas like his father. When I knew Abby, Amyas Lal, my stepson, was 17. Now he’s 25. We got along very well. My whole life I’ve desired having a son, but Abby never wanted us to have a child and I considered Amyas the son I never had.

But now I had just discovered that my stepson was in our room sucking my cock!

I could do nothing but I was feeling tachycardia at the situation. What if Abby suddenly woke up and found her son there blowing her husband? In that moment, I intuited that Amyas was gay. If that were the case, I’d never reproach him anything but love him as deeply as I loved him now, like the son I’d never had, but I thought Abby would not like to discover that her son was gay. I knew her very well. So I had been suddenly surprised getting a blowjob from my stepson and what a blowjob!

Of course I’d never say any angry words to him later but I knew we should have a talk. He could be a little buzzed, I felt in in his eyes. With my mouth gagged I could not tell him anything but my eyes were silently looking at him pleadingly, as if saying: Amyas, please stop!

But I felt just then that my dick had never been treated like that before. I love getting blowjobs but I knew right then that not even Abby had ever been so good. To start with, she seemed reluctant to suck my cock. Sometimes she did but she never seemed to enjoy. But so far Amyas was doing it and he showed fun. My dick was by now deep in his mouth, one other thing Abby never did, and that’s deep-throating and the way he was moving his throat could not be called only a blowjob, but also a sensitive massage of every inch of my now sensitive penis. I was on the verge of orgasm and unless he stopped now, I’d end up cumming in my stepson’s mouth. I could do nothing else but pray that Abby didn’t wake up. But there I was, for the first time filling a boy’s mouth with semen and it was my stepson’s.

After cumming, Amyas left my bedroom but first looking at me with apologetic eyes. I had to leave my bedroom for now it wouldn’t be so risky if Abby woke up. It would just be a conversation her husband was having with her son.

I went to Amyas’ bedroom and found him there taking his clothes off and about to get into bed.

-Amyas, what the hell has gotten into you? Were you insane? Your mother could have woken up.

But instantly I saw him starting to cry uncontrollably sitting on his bed with nothing but his briefs now.

I had to go to him and calm him.

-Hush, Amyas, don’t cry, I’m sorry if I have just hurt you –and wanting to keep the friendship with him, I affectionately kissed his lips, first time I was kissing a boy but I didn’t mind and even liked it-. In fact –I smiled now- I’ve just had the best blowjob of my life and I should only thank you. But it was really dangerous: your mother could have surprised us. She must never know, Amyas. So now I repeat my question, but amiably: what has gotten into you?

-I’ve been celebrating one of my friends’ birthday today and I’m afraid I’ve returned home a little buzzed. I was heading to my bedroom and your bedroom door was open and you slept in just your briefs and…

But I interrupted him just then.

-So you’re gay, isn’t it, Amyas?

-I’m gay, Mel and oh, I’ve pictured myself so many times giving you a blowjob that I suddenly decided I’d do it tonight when I saw your bedroom door open.

-Have you wanked over me?

-Many times, Mel, oh forgive me.

-Nothing to forgive you for, Amyas. I really love you, my stepson. But you should have asked me and there’s a possibility I would have allowed you, but this way your mother could have discovered you.

-I know Mel. What happens to me is that, well… since you came home as my mother’s husband, I certainly started to like you a lot. We were becoming really good friends, I’m sorry I have betrayed our friendship and I’ll lose you now.

-You won’t lose me, Amyas. I will always be here for you.

-My whole life I have been looking for a father, since I never knew my real father and I have always regarded you as the father I never had. All I wanted was to give you a gift.

-Looking for a father you can also have sex with, Amyas?

-I apologize again. But well, I would have liked having a father I could even share some intimate things with. But you’ll think I’m going crazy.

-Amyas, I also regard you as the son I’ve never had and never will for your mother does not want a second child. If you need me as a father and see me as one, you can also call me dad, and I will never reproach you anything and I promise that if one other day you politely ask me to give me a new blowjob, always without your mother knowing anything, I would even allow you. Kiss me and please smile. And after now you can call me either Mel or dad.

-Oh thanks, dad –he told me crying a lot but kissing me.

-You know Abby has been urgently called to India to solve a diplomatic problem between two countries. But two days ago we agreed that you and I would spend the weekend in the country house we have, you know at Chimneys. I am your father, Amyas and you want a father you can even have sex with, so I’ll behave as a tender father, not only giving my son advice in life, but allowing him what he wants. Now kiss me again, before I return to my bedroom to sleep again next to Abby.

He was losing his inhibitions to kiss me. I’d always needed a son and Amyas needed a father, even a tender father who gave him sex.

Two days later, Abby had returned to India and Amyas and I drove to our country house. Now I had to be brave. I really needed to become Amyas’ father and I had to show him.