Never Tell Motel

I am one of those lucky people who can work from anywhere. A few years back, I took a job as a social media coordinator for a major company. My job, basically, is to hang out on Facebook and Twitter all day. I post P.R. releases and respond to comments from our followers. It’s a sweet gig and it pays very well.

Last summer, I decided to leave the city for a few months. I needed a break from the rat race of San Francisco. So, one day, I just started driving and ended up finding an out of the way motel near Mount Shasta. I chose the place not for its looks or amenities (which, frankly, weren’t that great), but it was the only spot where I got decent mobile coverage from Verizon. Obviously, dependable internet was a must for my job.

The Mountain Aire Motel wasn’t much. It was a relic from the 1940’s, when the highway it was located on was much busier. Once the Interstate Highway System came along a couple of decades later, the traffic was diverted miles away and the place faded into irrelevance.

Toby Miller ran the motel with his son, Elijah. Toby greeted me the first day I walked into the office. He was 42 and gorgeous. Dark brown hair with a full salt and pepper beard. Toby had piercing blue eyes, a gorgeous smile and a deep, yet kind voice that was soothing to my ears. One of the things I first noticed was his hairy, thick and strong looking arms. He looked like he could be a logger or a forest ranger or some other occupation involving the woods and nature. I watched Toby as he rummaged through his office looking for my room key. He was about 5’10 and had a thick body. Toby had a little bit of a gut, but to me, that just made him even more attractive. He was wearing a black t-shirt and tight fitting jeans that showcased his thick, beautiful, beefy ass and his huge cock, of which I could easily see the contours thanks to those tight jeans. I loved his body. Honestly, I’ve never been into muscles. Give me a “dad bod” or a bear any day. Woof!

I checked into room #2 a few minutes later. It was clean, comfortable, but nothing fancy. I spent a couple of hours working and then decided to call it a night. My stomach was growling, so I decided to get some food. I went into the office to get some restaurant recommendations from Toby. Instead of seeing Toby, I met his son, Elijah, who was behind the counter. I hadn’t met him yet, but I remembered Toby mentioning he and his son lived on-site and ran the place. Elijah greeted me with a sweet smile. He looked nothing like his dad. Elijah was in his late teens, with dark blonde hair, blue eyes and a patchy, blonde beard. He was his father's height, but rather skinny. Elijah had a soft, effeminate demeanor. As we talked, I noticed he just kept smiling at me and giving me this vibe of lust. I checked out his cute, teenage body and the more we spoke, the more I noticed my cock getting hard.

Toby walked back into the office a few minutes later and busted out laughing when I asked about restaurants. He thought it was mighty “big city” of me to ask such a question. There were no restaurants for miles around. I laughed, too. I realized it was a silly question. Elijah smiled and looked at his dad and asked him if I could stay for dinner. Toby nodded in agreement and minutes later, I was in their cottage behind the motel.

The three of us had a wonderful meal and spent the evening getting to know one another. We bonded right away and I felt so magical in the presence of this father and son duo. Toby allowed Elijah to share our wine, which I thought was very cool. He definitely wasn’t legal drinking age. After our meal, we shared a joint — including with Elijah. Toby was one awesome dad!

There was something electric about the way I was feeling towards both Elijah and his father. Sure, I was incredibly attracted to both men, despite their physical, age, and personality differences. But at the same time, I had conflicting feelings about my thoughts. Was it taboo to be attracted to a father and son? Another thing I noticed is that the two men behaved more like lovers than a boy and his dad. It’s not like they kissed in front of me or anything, but I did sense a chemistry between them that seemed very organic, loving, sincere, and even...romantic?

Around 10pm, I was back in my room. Someone sent a tweet disparaging my company’s new product line, so it was my job to respond. I reached over to the desk looking for my iPhone, but realized it wasn’t there. For the next ten minutes, I searched the room, but I never found it. I realized I must’ve left in the the cottage during dinner.

I walked to Toby and Elijah’s cottage to retrieve my phone. When I got to the door, I noticed it was partially open. I entered the cottage and said “hello,” but no one was there. Straight ahead, I noticed my iPhone on the kitchen table. As I walked towards the table, I heard the sounds of two men moaning. Cautiously, I picked up my phone and tried to be as quiet as possible. I tiptoed down the cottage hallway and stood next to the lone bedroom in the cottage. What I discovered was mind-blowing!

The loudest moans were coming from Elijah. His soft, young voice was mumbling
“Oh! Dad, I love you! Oh! Oh!”

A softer moan and a long sigh came from Toby.
“I love you, too, my baby boy. Oh, I love you my sweet son.”

“Oh dad, I want us to be together forever. But I gotta be honest, I really fell for Keith during dinner. I wish he could be with us. You’ve always said you wanted a husband, and I’ve always wanted a second dad.”

“I know, son. You read my mind. I felt something, too. He’s amazing. But no one can know about you and me. It’s taboo and it’s illegal. Our lives are over if anyone knows about our love. I don’t believe it’s wrong, but the world disagrees. It sucks, but it is what is.”

“I know, dad. But you need a man closer to your age. But it’d be even better if it was a man we could share.”

Toby sighed. “Yeah, but you’re stuck with just me, kiddo. Now why don’t you get back to nursing on my cock some more. I’m pent up as hell and that weed and wine made me horny. Now get down and suck out my seed. Taste all those little sperms that could’ve been your brothers.”

“Haha! Yes, sir. You’re such a freak, dad. I fucking love you.”

“I fucking love you, too, my beautiful boy.”

The talking stopped and the sounds were replaced by Elijah’s slurping of his father's meat and Toby’s moans.

My heart was racing as I stood by the door. I had never been so shocked in my life!At the same time, I realized I’d never been so turned on in my life. Their secret was safe with me! And at that moment, I knew this was going to be a wonderful summer.

The three of us spent everyday of the summer together. Toby cooked all the meals, so I never had to leave the motel for food. The three of us went fishing, swimming, hiking...everything. I especially liked our swims. We swam nude in the creek behind the motel almost everyday. Every now and then, they’d catch me looking at their nude bodies as they looked at mine. Then they would look at each other, and in their eyes, I could see what they were feeling. They were falling for me. I was falling for them. It was beautiful.

Toby and I were talking one evening and he told me how he and Elijah came to be at the Mountain Aire. Toby had knocked up Lisa, Elijah’s mom, during a Stone Temple Pilots concert back in 1999. They never married. Lisa raised Elijah in Oklahoma, but kept Toby aware of his son. Toby flew to Oklahoma every Christmas to see Elijah and he paid her child support. At age 12, problems began to arise with Elijah. He was getting bullied at school for “acting gay.” The kids and teachers treated him with cruelty. Lisa wasn’t any better. At age 15, she sent him to gay conversion therapy camp. Once Toby found out, he drove two days straight and arrived at the camp. He punched the camp’s preacher in the face and rescued his boy. Lisa found out and was livid, but after a lot of talking between the two, she decided to turn over full custody to Toby. She had “found the lord” and wasn’t about to let her kid be a “fag.” Toby assured her that he’d make a man out of Elijah, so she believed him. Since that day several years back, the two had lived at the motel, which had been handed down to Toby by his father.

Our beautiful summer came to a close in September. I packed up and told them goodbye. Elijah cried and hugged me over and over. Toby’s eyes welled up with tears, but he remained composed. I sobbed heavily as I drove west on Interstate 80. For the first time in my life, I felt a deep feeling in my heart that I’d never experienced. Somewhere between Vacaville and Vallejo, I pulled off the freeway and let out the rest of my tears. At that moment, I realized I needed to go back.

At 9PM, I arrived back at the Mountain Aire. I walked to the cottage and opened the door. Both father and son were sitting on the sofa smoking a joint and drinking wine in front of their fireplace. They smiled and stood when they saw me. You should’ve seen the looks on their faces! You should’ve seen the look on mine!

“I couldn’t go back to San Francisco. This is my home.”

“Keith,” said Toby. “Get your ass in here and sit down with us. We’re so happy you’re back.” As he said those words, I noticed both men tear up in the eyes and smile.

“I need to tell you both that I know about your relationship. I found out that first night when I left my phone in your kitchen. I heard what you both said when you were in bed together.”

The father and son stopped smiling, turned to look at each other.  Both father and son exhibited a look of deep concern.

“Don’t be scared. I feel the same way,” I said, as I sobbed. “I want us to be a family. I love you both with all my heart. You guys are my home. Your secret is my secret now, too, and I think the love you share is beautiful and there’s nothing wrong about it at all. Please, let me share it, too.”

Moments later, the three of us were locked in a loving, passionate embrace. We each cried tears of joy as our lips and tongues lovingly kissed and tasted one another. Our clothes came off and the three of us lied on the rug in front of the roaring fireplace. Toby spooned his son, sweetly kissing him on the neck as I wrapped my arms around both father and son. I tasted Elijah’s sweet kiss and felt his gorgeous young cock stiffen rapidly as it rubbed against my hard, eight-inch tool. I gently caressed and kissed Elijah’s beautiful body. I found his nipples with my tongue and gently teased them. His chest had a slight patch of fur between his nipples, and I breathed in the patch and savored his boy scent. Toby’s hands caressed Elijah’s belly as he continued to kiss his son’s neck. I lifted Elijah’s arm and breathed in the delicious raw stink of his furry, blonde armpit. I savored the raunchy, tangy flavor on my tongue and I caressed both men with my hand. Eventually, I moved down and gently sucked and licked Toby’s fingers as he rubbed his boy’s abdomen. Elijah turned his face to his father and they shared a beautiful, loving kiss as they both moaned. As they kissed, I went further down on Elijah. I found his treasure trail of fur that linked his navel to his penis. Slowly, I traced my tongue down the trail until I arrived at his beautiful young cock. Elijah’s cock was rigid. It was cut and roughly seven inches and it was bursting with precum. My lips and tongue found his cock, and I slowly engulfed Elijah with my mouth. His boy seed was delicious! I swallowed his sweet, young meat as he moaned loudly and passionately. As I did this, I sensed Toby’s cock protruding underneath Elijah’s balls. Toby raised his son’s leg and I raised up Elijah’s balls and pushed my head inwards so that I could taste the huge, gorgeous cock that made beautiful Elijah.

Minutes later, the three of us formed a triangle. I sucked Toby’s thick, cut, eight-inch meat as Elijah dined on my rock hard shaft. Toby’s mouth was lovingly eating his own son. After many minutes of sucking one another, Toby got up and went into the kitchen. He returned with a jar of coconut oil. Toby grabbed his son and they returned to the spoon position. The father held his son tightly and their lips and tongues once again met. Moments later, Toby inserted his huge meat into his very own son’s sweet, young fuckhole. Elijah moaned loudly, but within seconds, Toby was all the way inside Elijah. I faced Elijah and I wrapped my arm around both of them. Toby increased the pace of his fucking as Elijah and I hungrily kissed. Moments later, Toby’s cock erupted deep, deep inside of his son. Quickly, I moved my face into Elijah’s crotch, sucked his cock for a moment and then I turned him around. I gazed into his ass as Toby pulled out. His dad’s cum was flowing out of his raw, swollen asshole. I immediately buried my face into Elijah’s sweet boy hole and sucked his father’s fresh, warm load out of his ass. The taste was incredible! Then, I positioned Elijah onto his back, faced him and fed him his dad’s seed with my mouth. We kissed passionately as we devoured Toby’s load. A moment later, I was plunging my hard meat into Elijah’s young fuckhole. It felt amazing as my meat invaded his ass, with the coconut oil and Toby’s leftover cum lubricating my hard tool. I fucked Elijah for a good five minutes as Toby got behind me, wrapped his thick, strong arms around me and kissed me. He and his son were both impeccable kissers! As I fucked Elijah, Toby fingered my tight hole. As he dug into my prostate with his thick fingers, I unloaded my hot seed into the boy’s fuckhole. Within seconds, Elijah was working his meat as my spent cock remained in his hole. Elijah shot his hot, teenage load all over his tight, smooth chest. Some of it even landed on his patchy goatee. Afterwards, the three of lied there quietly, each of us gloating in the beautiful love and ecstasy that we both shared. I gently licked Elijah’s seed from his goatee and then fed it to Toby, as he turned my head with his hand to kiss me. Elijah then grabbed both our heads and the three of us lovingly kissed as we enjoyed the flavors of one another.

The three of us lied nude on the rug holding one another for a good hour or so, just talking and sharing sweet kisses. We smoked a joint and drank more wine. At some point, Toby positioned Elijah on his hands and knees and poured a little wine down between Elijah’s ass cheeks. I lapped up the sweet wine as I tasted Elijah’s swollen rosebud. As Elijah smoked the joint, Toby and I took turns pouring wine onto Elijah’s hole and slurping it off. In between slurps, Toby and I indulged in wet, delicious kisses. After a while, our three cocks began to get hard again. Elijah stood up and grabbed the coconut oil. He put a big dollop of the oil on his hole and sat down on his father’s cock. As Elijah rode his dad. I wrapped my arms around him and we kissed. Eventually, I slid my middle finger into Elijah’s cock stuffed ass.

“I want you both inside of me...at the same time,” said Elijah.

“That’s a tall order, son. Are you sure?”, asked Toby.

“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”

It took Toby and I a good long hour to get him good and loosened up. We separately fucked and fingered him, until both of us could get three fingers inside of him at the same time. Eventually, he was ready for both of us. Elijah lied down on top of his father, facing upwards towards me. Toby inserted his big dick into his boy. As Toby fucked his son, I licked both their ball sacks and sucked on Elijah’s sweet boy tool. Elijah lovingly roads his dad’s big dick for a few minutes.

“I think I’m ready now,” said Elijah, with his sweet, soft voice.

With that said, I sank my dick inside of him, and fucked him with his father’s cock tightly rubbing against mine. Elijah screamed at first, but those screams turned into moans. His young cock had gone soft for a minute due to the pain, but after a few minutes, it sprang back to life as his father and I double fucked his sweet, young hole. As much as I wished it would have lasted forever, I couldn’t hold back any longer. Toby looked at me with a passionate look in his eyes, nodded and smiled as the three of us moaned loudly. Seconds later, both Toby and I were shooting our loads deep inside Elijah’s ass. As we came, Toby reached around and jacked his son’s cock. Another few seconds later, Elijah was erupting like a volcano. He shot his load so far that it landed on my face and lips. I licked my lips and savored his boy seed.

Later on, the three of us went to bed. Toby and I held Elijah, who lied between us.

“Keith, will you marry me?” asked Toby, with a deep, sweet, whispering voice. “Be my husband and be Elijah’s dad with me. Let’s be a family.”

“Yes!” I said, without hesitation. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Elijah smiled and his eyes watered up. “You’re going to be my daddy, too!”

“I am, Elijah. I am. I love you and your dad more than anything in the world.”

The three of us cried tears of joy and shared more sweet, loving kisses. We soon fell asleep, holding each other tightly.

I married Toby and never went back to San Francisco. I found a husband and a son and we love one another and have made an incredible family. Their filthy, incestous secret is now mine, but I will never tell. Toby, our son, and I are very happy. We laugh, love and live life to the fullest. Plus, I get to fuck and feast on this hot father and son’s cocks everyday. I am home! =)