My Son

My Son

I was woken up way earlier than my son, who truly did seem to be exhausted, probably both physically and emotionally.  Damn.  I really did love him.  It was just a bit confusing how, I suppose.

The phone rang.  It was my older brother Eric.  Seemingly straight, married, kids.  But he and I had history.  Even with my dad.  As well as others.  And we at least seemed to be honest with each other, and had been for some time.

“Hey.”

“It’s you?”

“Me?  Who did you think it was, the little nieghborhood whore?”

Eric laughed a bit too much.  “Now don’t be mean, man.”

Eric’s timing was often uncanny, and of course I was anxious to talk.  He was at least straight and curious, so it took him no time at all to get interested and up to speed.

“So do you really think it’s a one-off interest in you, or do you think there’s something more to it?”

“Damn.  It kind of feels that way.  But I have no experience in how to deal with this, other than knowing there has to be a better way of dealing with it that we were dealt.”

Eric laughed.  “Even if it was fun, I suppose.”

“Damn, dude.  Be serious.  He’s hot, smart, sexy, insatiable.  And has to have dreams of all sorts out there.  I really do just want to do the right thing by him.”

Eric laughed even louder.  “Says the stepdad filled with his son’s cum…”

“You’re still a bastard.  But it is nice to talk about it with someone.  My husband almost seems to think it’s adorable.  As does the kid’s mom.”

“So are you trying to get me horny, or get advice?  You seem to be all over the place here.”

“Maybe I should help your boys tie you down and fuck you so you’ll understand a bit better.”

Eric just kept laughing.  “I do want to meet him.”

Now I laughed.  “And that’s supposed to help?”

“Think about it, dude.  I can promise not to come on to him at all.  Just be the friendly uncle getting to know my nephew.  You said he’s cool and sociable, right?”

“Bro.  I’m trying here, but you know I’m not going to just trust you 100%.  Even if I may have never come out without your pushing me.”  Now I laughed.  “Even if the same never did work for you.”

“Now who’s being the bitch?  So should I stop by and spend some time with him?  Should I bring one or more of my boys with?  Should we approach one of the old guys from at least your past?  There are all sorts of options out there.”

Well that shouldn’t have happened.  But I couldn’t really help myself from going hard.  And while I wasn’t about to let Eric know that, there was at least one more thing I wanted to get some advice on.

So I went for it.

“So I’m thinking about it.  But I do have one more thing to throw out there if you’d in the mood.”

Eric and his laughter.  “Yes, you have me hard.  So ask away.”

“So maybe one of the strangest things is that I’m not really sure what excited me the most.”

“Fuck.  You trying to make me cum?  What are the options?  And yes, my dick is out.”

“Seriously.  Hard not to be turned on by his dad’s seeming to be so into everything.  He even gave us both a kiss this morning as he headed off to work.  Then there’s my always thinking I love being a bottom.  No small thanks to you and dad, I suppose.  But even though I was forced, more or less, I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed mounting him.”

“If you were here I’d probably already be fucking you, bro.  But seriously.  Does there need to be only one option?”

“Damn.  Is that supposed to be helpful?  Seeing him this morning made my heart go out to him.  And then it seemed to push right down into my dick.  And before I knew it there I was breeding him.  And I need to stop talking, or I might cum again just thinking about it.”

“Well.  You know there is another option, right?”

“You’re still evil.”

“Damn, man.  He’s still sleeping, right?  Leave the phone on, and go crawl back in bed with him.  I’ll sort out a serious answer once you’ve made me shoot as you breed him one more time.”

“Fuck.”

“You know you want to.  Plus you know he’ll love you even more for it.  Plus you can think of me, before I decide to head on over and join in with you.  Now don’t be so damn selfish.  I’m sure if you show the slightest sign of interest he’ll be all over you.  Again.”  And he laughed.  Almost evilly.  “Get serious.  You didn’t really just call him out so he could sleep all day, did you?  And don’t forget to send me some pics along the way.”

Now I was way too horny, as I headed back to bed.  My son was still sleeping like a prince, it seemed, even though I felt that he had dropped a load, probably in his sleep.

I snuggled in.  Took some pics for Andre.  Lubed up my now throbbing dick with my son’s cum.

And I nestled in for the sweetest of midday naps.