Making Amends

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

“My name is Jim, and I’m an alcoholic. I’ve been sober for two years and three months. What gave me the courage to change was seeing the damage I’d done to my 18-year-old son. One night when I was drunk, I raped him, I did that to him every night for weeks. My recovery hasn’t been totally successful as I haven’t made amends to him yet. He moved away and I haven’t reached out. I know I must, one day, thanks for listening.”

So, spoke a tall hulky 40-year-old dark haired good looking in shape man at my weekly Manhattan AA meeting. He was a newcomer; I’d been attending for six months and was about done with it. After a work party, I’d gotten into a car accident while driving, I crashed into a lamp post. I was slightly over the limit, paid the fines, had my license suspended, and was compelled to go to meetings. I still drink and smoke pot, I don’t have a “problem.” My name is Evan, I’m a single 35-year-old total top gay successful real estate broker. I’m 6’, worked out, blonde and blue-eyed. I’m very good looking.

“Hey, Jim, I’m Evan, thanks for sharing. Would you like to get a coffee?” I said on the way out.

“Sure, Evan.”

We walked over to an outdoor West Village café so Jim could smoke. He lit up several Marlboro reds during our time together. He was from Kingston, Pennsylvania, and had come to Manhattan for his aunt’s funeral and wanted to go to a meeting. Of course, I wanted to know more about his son, I told him that I was gay. “Would you like to really talk about it? I’m not judgmental.” Hell, I was turned on listening to his story! He obviously wanted to get it off his chest in detail:

My wife divorced me three years earlier, she ran off with a Brazilian guy she met at the hair salon she worked in; we’d grown apart. I was left to raise our 15-year-old son, Daniel. It was rough on us both, we got by. Trouble began when I lost my job when the textile mill I worked in went bust. I collected unemployment but I had trouble finding another job, I was depressed by everything, I began hitting the Stoli earlier and earlier to make the hours and the days pass, I lived on take out. This caused a distance between me and my son.

Daniel was now 18, a high school senior. (Jim showed me a picture on his iPhone of a good-looking smiling teenager with short brown hair.) He did well in school, had a girlfriend and was going to go to the local college in the fall. The drunker I got, the angrier I got about my life.

One Saturday night that May, I was smashed in front of the television as usual. Daniel came home from a night out with his friends and his girlfriend. He ignored me as he then always did and went up to his room. Something in me just snapped. I went upstairs and barged into his room. He was just wearing underwear and was about to get into bed.

“You think you’re so special! You fucking brat! You need to respect me, you good for nothing mother fucker!” I was out of my mind with rage. I was angry about my wife, my situation and yes, I was jealous of Daniel having his whole life ahead of him.

“When you’re respectable, I’ll respect you! Now get the fuck out of here and go do what you do best, pass out!”

“Oh yeah! You son of a bitch!” I threw him the bed. I took off my belt and smacked his ass with it. Daniel tried to move away, but I kept whipping his ass, he yelled and cried. “Not so cocky now, are you?!” I don’t know what came over me, I wanted to get back at my wife and the world. I pulled down my pants and took my dick out. “You need to learn humility; you’re going learn that by sucking my dick.”

“Dad! Stop it! I’m sorry for whatever I did!”

I got in the bed, grabbed his hair and forced him toward my cock. “Suck my dick!” Daniel opened his mouth; I shoved my dick in it. I’m seven and half, so he had trouble fitting it in. “Go on!” He started using his tongue on me. Of course, it wasn’t a good blow job, he was straight and had never sucked a dick before. I didn’t mind his teeth, or that he was crying. I wanted to take him down. My own son! How twisted is that?! I did it anyway. I forced my balls in his mouth, he gagged and licked them. I put my dick back in his mouth and he tried again to suck it, licking it with his tongue. I saw my son humiliated and was happy; he had my dick in his mouth and was weeping. I was so hard and couldn’t stop myself. I hadn’t had sex in a long time, it felt great getting my dick sucked again, even if it was by my son. I wanted more.  

I reached over to the night table and grabbed a jar of some fancy face moisturizer. I pulled off Daniel’s underwear. “No! Stop it, Dad! Please do don’t that!”

“Shut up! I’m going to fuck you, that’ll show you! You’ll respect me then!”

I greased up my cock and put some in his asshole, he struggled. I grabbed him; we lay side by side, our flesh touching. I ground my cock against his ass, I began sticking it in him, he screamed. I got it all the way in, I was fucking my son. “You’re not so special now are you?” I hissed. I reached around and felt that Daniel’s dick was hard and leaking from all the excitement. I began jerking his dick, slick with his precum. He was breathing heavy; he soon came as I fucked and jerked him.

With a few thrusts, I was cumming in him. I was panting and overwhelmed by what had happened. I pulled out, I saw my cum leaking from Daniel’s ass. I got out of the soiled bed. Daniel lay crying face down in a pillow. I left, went downstairs and had a few more shots of Stoli.

When I was in the Marines, there was a guy I messed around with, so I was no stranger to gay sex, but only as a top. Sunday morning, I heard Daniel leave. I drank all day, replaying last night over and over in my mind. Was I ashamed? Fuck no! I wanted him again! It was horniness and revenge for everything that had gone wrong in my life. I was hard all day thinking of fucking Daniel again. It was after 10 o’clock at night when he came home. He went straight to his room. This time I barged in carrying a big jar of Vaseline.

Daniel was in his underwear, I got in the bed. He stared at me with hatred, but he didn’t protest, he knew he was licked. He got in the bed, I put my hand around his head and guided him to my cock. He sucked it as best he could. I pulled him off. I greased my dick with Vaseline and smeared his hole. I fucked him again, side by side, he cried. I came in him, pulled out, got up and left. I left the Vaseline on his night table; it was going to get a lot of use; it eventually had to be replaced. Daniel had to buy another jar at the drugstore.

So, it went every night for the next month. We didn’t speak at all anymore. He’d go to school and hang out with his girlfriend and his other friends. Before he went to bed, I’d go to his room for sex. He learned to give me a great blow job, better than his mother gave. He got used to getting fucked, he didn’t cry anymore, we did it in different positions. Doggie, me on top, him riding me. The first time he came from getting fucked was powerful. He even jerked his own seven-inch dick when I fucked him. I broke his spirit and changed his life; I think he grew to experience pleasure from the sex we had.

I felt proud when I saw Daniel in his green cap and gown during the graduation ceremony in the auditorium. I watched him interact with his girlfriend and his friends, he seemed normal and at ease. No one would guess that he’d been sucking his father’s dick and that his father was fucking him up his ass night after night. He received his diploma from the principal.

His friends and their parents and he and I were at Muldoon’s, a local restaurant, celebrating. I made sure not too drink much. We sat next to each other during lunch, carrying on like nothing was wrong. I went to the men’s room. When I got out, Brendan, Daniel best friend was waiting for me.

“I need to have a word with you” he said. We went into a small empty room of the restaurant and sat at a table.

“You sick fuck! How could you?! Daniel told me what happened that first night with you, he asked me what he should do. I offered to let him stay with me and my folks. He didn’t want that at as it would raise questions as to why. He said he’d put up with you until he didn’t have to. I don’t know what’s going to happen now, he’s all messed up. He even offered to give me blow jobs since we’d always been close, yeah, I accepted. He blew me this morning in my car before graduation. Does it make you happy that you turned your good straight son into a hungry cocksucker? That’s what he is now!” I got up and left the restaurant.

That night, Daniel came in late. I went to his room for sex. It was the hottest, it felt special when I was fucking him on his back because of that day’s occasion. The next morning, he woke me up in the living room where I’d passed out. He was pushing a suitcase and had a backpack on.

“I’m leaving, I’m not going to spend the summer here as your bitch. I’m not going to college either, I’m going to get a job and figure things out. I never want to see you again.” He left. Naturally, he was angry and confused. That he’d been blowing his best friend meant he had really changed because of me. I’d unleashed darkness in him.

I stopped drinking that day and went to a meeting that night. This was over two years ago, I haven’t seen or heard from him since. I told him in an email that I’d gotten sober and wanted to apologize for what I did in person, he didn’t reply. I haven’t tried to find him. It gnaws at me that I must make amends to him for what I’ve done. Hey, I’ve got a long drive back. It was nice meeting you, thanks for the coffee. Let’s keep in touch...  

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I found Daniel on Facebook. He was now 20, still boyish and good looking. He lived in Pittsburgh, worked as waiter in an Italian restaurant at night and went to a community college during the day. Wow! There were pictures of him with some young male friends in the Blue Moon, a gay bar.

I was due for vacation, so a week later I flew to Pittsburgh. I checked in at the William Penn Hotel, designed by the Plaza’s architect and it was just as grand. I took a cab to Foscarelli’s, a top-rated Italian restaurant. The host seated me. The waiter came over, it was adorable Daniel in his snug black trousers, white shirt, black tie and black jacket. His hair was longer, he was beaming and spoke in an appealing masculine tone.

“Good evening, sir, would you like a drink to start?”

“Thanks, yes, Stoli on the rocks.”

“Coming right up.”

He returned with the drink, “Have you had time to look at the menu, sir?”

“Actually, no. What are the signature dishes that you’d recommend?”

“Caesar salad, steak pizzaiola, pine nut gnocchi and tiramisu.”

“Sounds great! Also, a bottle of Chianti.”

So, for the next 90 minutes I dined and was attended to by the sensual Daniel who provided attentive service, I left a 30% tip.

“I’m visiting from out of town, I hear the Blue Moon is a good place.”

“It certainly is sir” grinned Daniel.

“When do you get off? I’d like to buy you a drink.”

“I’d like that, sir. Last seating is 9:00 PM, I’m done by 11:00 PM.”

“Well, it’s a date! I’ll meet you outside.”

I walked around for an hour and was outside the restaurant at 10:45. I was so turned on; my dick was straining in my jeans. I go for young guys, but this was depraved, and I knew it! Because Daniel had been raped by his father and was definitely into guys now, the idea of sex with him was too much! He was damaged.

Daniel appeared, now dressed in tight jeans that showed off his fine ass and neat basket, and a black T-shirt. We took a cab to the Blue Moon; it was a nice friendly place with a crowd of diverse gay men. “What are you drinking?” I asked.

“Stoli on the rocks! Like you!” laughed Daniel.

I came back with our drinks, we sat on an outdoor terrace so Daniel could smoke his Marlboro reds. Daniel sure liked his Stoli, he was soon on his third. I was still on my first. We exchanged pleasantries and hit it off. When he was on his fourth drink, I leaned in and kissed him on the mouth. He responded in kind. When we were making out, I felt his hand on my crotch under the table, he kneaded my hard seven and half cut dick. “Let’s go” I said.

We took a cab to the William Penn. “So fancy!” remarked Daniel as we walked through the ostentatious lobby. We got to my room, made out and took our clothes off. He had a nice tight lean body; his seven-inch dick was hard, and he had a great ass.

We stood, I was against his back, my cock grinding against his bare ass. My arms and hands were around him, roaming over his solid body. I reached down to my pants on the floor, I unhooked my black leather belt, I held it and rubbed it against his hard dick and dangling balls, he whimpered.  

He broke away and bent over a chair; I began beating his creamy ass with my belt, each stroke brought a piercing yelp from him, he enjoyed the pain. After several strokes his ass cheeks were crimson, his face was flushed with lust.  

Again, I’m in Manhattan real estate, not psychology. It was clear though that Daniel was fucked up, who wouldn’t be if their father repeatedly raped them? He had a deep-seated need to relive the abuse and trauma. it was a pleasure to help him out.      

I went first in the bed and lay on my back. He got in and eagerly went for my dick. Oh, man! He was a pro cocksucker who got down to business. Oh, yeah! Jim had trained his son well. No doubt, many men got lucky with Daniel.

He licked my shaft with steadiness and focus, he got under the head with his tongue, driving me wild. He had one of my heavy balls in his mouth and then the other. His deepthroating was fucking amazing. He’d made my dick rock solid with his mouth. I groped his firm young freshly whipped ass. “How do you like to be fucked?” “On my back.”

So, there was Daniel on his back, legs up in the air, hole spread and waiting for me. I lubed up my cock and sprayed his ass. I entered him in one quick thrust, he gasped. I fucked him aggressively, I could tell that’s what he craved. He moaned in pleasure as my cock went in and out of his ass. We ferociously kissed as we did it. He sobbed when I made him cum, squirting on my chest. I grunted when he I shot off in him. I held him in my arms and cuddled him. “You’re free to spend the night.” “No, thanks. I have classes tomorrow.” He got up, went to the mini bar, brought out a tiny bottle of Stoli and fixed himself another drink, he lit up a Marlboro red.

“Thanks, I needed that” he laughed. “It’s been a while.”

“Really?! A sexy boy like you must get lots of action.”

“Gee, thanks. With work and school, I don’t get to play that much, and not like the way you gave it to me.  Also, I have issues.”

“You didn’t seem to have issues tonight. In fact, for a guy your age you seemed quite confident and experienced. Your service was excellent in the restaurant and in the bedroom.”  

“I hope I didn’t embarrass myself much waiting on you, you were so hot! i wanted you the moment I saw you walk in. You’re so my type!”

“I guess your type are older dominant total tops.”

“For sure” he smiled. "Especially when they have a great dick and know how it to use ir, like you do."

“Did you lose your virginity to an older dominant total top?”

“Yes.”

“Nice.”

“He made me what I am.”

“Hey, I had a great time. I’m here for the rest of the week, we could meet at the Blue Moon when you finish work tomorrow and the other nights.”

“Cool…”

So, during the day I saw Pittsburgh’s sights. Around 10:00 PM, I was at the Blue Moon and got a Stoli. It was nice crowd. A cute waiter came by the outdoor terrace, I ordered two more drinks, he brought them. Daniel arrived looking radiant, sure, he knew he would be getting my prime dick.

“How was work?”

“I’m beat, it was so busy. I need to unwind” he said gulping his drink and lighting a Marlboro red. Like father, like son.

“You’re not too beat for this?” I said taking his hand and putting it on my hard crotch.

“Oh, I’m never too beat for that!” he laughed.

“Last night, you said you had issues, over what?”

“Uh, just about myself, being gay, those kinds of things.”

“Well, from last night, it seems like you resolved those issues. You were awesome!”

“Thanks, I’ve had a difficult journey, some things can never be resolved. I need another drink…”

Daniel had a few more and we chatted about simple things. We took a cab to the William Penn. We undressed, he bent over the chair, I beat his ass with my belt, I got great head and Daniel got fucked rough, just how he liked it. He went home.

The next night we met up at the Blue Moon, we caught up, drank and Daniel smoked. We took a cab to the William Penn; we entered my room.

“What the fuck?!” yelled Daniel when he saw Jim, his father, sitting on a couch smoking. We’d been in touch, I told him that I was arranging a reunion. He came to my room, I told him what a great bottom his son was, he winced. I left him there to wait for us.

“Hello, son.”

“You two fucking know each other?! Oh, I get it now! He told you what he did to me. You wanted to fuck the freak! This whole thing was all a setup!”

“Daniel, I’m sorry that’s partly true” I said. “It’s important for both of you to have this meeting.”

“Why, so he can make bullshit amends?! Fuck that! I was a regular guy, with a girlfriend on his way to a good school. He turned me into a fucked-up queer who couldn’t get hard with his girlfriend anymore, I meet up with my childhood best friend to suck him off because I want to, because I like to! I’m a drunk and a slut who can’t suck enough dick and who lives to get fucked! At least he doesn’t have the balls to claim I wanted it, that I was asking for it. No, he owns it, that he shoved his dick into his own son’s mouth and ass many times! You piece of shit!” Daniel howled at Jim, he stood up.

“That’s all true, I’m sorry for what I did to you. I’ll regret it every day for the rest of my life, I want to make amends to you. I have a good job now, anything you need, just tell me. I know you probably don’t want to ever see me again; I understand. I won’t contact you if that’s what you want. I wish you the best” said Jim as he started to leave.

Daniel reached his hand out and grabbed Jim’s crotch. “Right! You’re fucking hard as a rock, you’re turned on! You haven’t changed!” he yelled. “Whatever Dad wants!” he hollered, going for Jim’s belt, unzipping him and pulling his erect penis out. “Hey, Dad, for old times sake!” roared Daniel as he dropped to his knees and began sucking his father’s dick. Jim stood there as if in a trance as his son expertly deepthroated him. I was transfixed; Jim was moaning as Daniel brilliantly sucked his cock. This father and son sure had a special bond. Daniel rose and took his clothes off, hopped into the bed, raised and spread his legs. “Come and get it, Dad!”

Jim was possessed, he quickly took his clothes off, lubed his dick and began fucking Daniel. It was a primordial tableau as father fucked willing son. They made passionate sounds as their bodies merged. Daniel was sobbing as his dick shot off, Jim grunted as he came in his son. He pulled out, quickly got dressed and left.

“Are you happy, you perv!” sneered Daniel at me from the bed. “You got to fuck the freak, and see my father do me. Bring it on!”

I got out of my clothes, grabbed my belt, Daniel got on all fours.

“It wouldn’t be complete without this would it?”

“No, it wouldn’t!”

“Takes you back to that first night! That first night when your father made you into a bitch!”

“Yes! Do it!”

I gave him the ass whipping he wanted, his dick was throbbing. I got into the bed, my seven-and half-inch dick was raging, Daniel sucked and deepthroated it with abandon. After he warmed me up with his hot mouth, I got up and fucked him rough doggie, I shot off in him.

We lay together in bed, I caressed him. “Yes, I had bad intentions all along, but I do have feelings for you.”

“Really! You have feelings for me?! As what, an easy pump and dump bottom?”

“No, as a man I can be with, you’re truly special. I want you to come back to New York with me. You’re beautiful, have a great personality and are gifted. I’ll train you; you’d do very well as a real estate broker. We’d make a great team…”

The next few days were spent tying up Daniel’s life in Pittsburgh. He flew back with me to my Chelsea apartment. I sent him to real estate training courses, he got his license, we set up our own firm. He looked so handsome in a suit and tie; clients adored him. We grew successful.

Our nightly sex was always fantastic. Daniel was 20-year-old freaky bottom who wanted his ass beaten, I was a hot 35-year-old hung dominant total top who could give him up what he needed, we were meant for each other, we brought out the best in each other.

One day a package arrived addressed to Daniel.

“I asked him to send it” I said as Daniel opened it. It was his father’s belt, the one he beat him with that first night. It was placed on view on a night table, it was used often.  

Our love was a miracle. After we’d fuck, he’d fall asleep. It was fascinating as he thrashed about and babbled in his sleep. He must have been having nightmares of his father assaulting him. On the nights when we stayed in, after dinner, we’d sit out on the terrace of my apartment with a bottle of Stoli and so Daniel could smoke his Marlboro reds. He was so happy. He didn’t need therapy, he got along with vodka, cigarettes, me, my cock and a good beating.  

Daniel got back in touch with his best friend Brendan. He’d sometimes visit from Pennsylvania and spend weekends with us. Oh, it was spectacular sharing Daniel with Brendan. He was a good looking hung college wrestler who had no inhibitions about having sex with his best bud. He and I would have sweaty tag team sessions, getting our dicks sucked by Daniel and taking turns fucking him.

Then there was Jim. Daniel reached out and instigated a new relationship. Jim would visit us once a month, we’d have a nice weekend of brunches, dinners and fucking. Jim and Brendan came to our lavish A-list wedding. On our wedding night, Daniel took on his father, his best friend and his husband, me. Our honeymoon was a month in Europe, to show Daniel all the major sites.  

We all lived happily ever after.