My name is Steve. 53-year-old married white male. Straight. My wife of thirty years is Margie and she’s just a few months younger than I am. Great wife. Great mother. Great person. We met in college and married shortly after we graduated. Great sex partner back in the day. Of course, our sex isn’t as great as it was thirty years ago, but it’s still okay. Not like the days when we were fucking in the back of my car, or in her parents’ bedroom when they were gone – praying they wouldn’t come home and catch us in the act. I remember the time she gave me a blowjob in a Kmart parking lot in broad daylight. Seeing her go down on me. Hot. I still remember that day. Back then you didn’t have to worry about someone catching you on an iPhone and posting it on YouTube. Sure, it was still dangerous, but man it was exciting. I came all over her face and really did a Bill Clinton on her dress. Those were the days.
Margie doesn’t have the same interest in sex as she used to have and that I still have. And that’s okay. I understand we’re not teenagers any longer. But my sex drive hasn’t really waned since I was fourteen. I’ve never felt the desire to cheat on her. Well, that’s not really true. I’ve had the desire many times and the opportunity many times over the past thirty years since we married. But I’ve always controlled that urge. Plus, we live in a small Midwestern town where that thing is not looked on in a good way. I mean a lot of people here do cheat on their spouses, but they are hypocritically critical of others that do the very same thing.
I’ve always enjoyed porn to a small degree. Even when we were dating. Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler, Club, and other men’s magazines. When VHS came out I started watching some adult porn movies. I enjoyed watching the likes of Christy Canyon, Seka, Janine Lindemulder, Jenna Jameson, Madison, and some of the newer ones like Raven Rockette, Julia Ann, Cherie DeVille, Sara Luvv, Amira Adirah, Tanya Tate…well, you get the idea. I’ve watched all of those and many more to get my satisfaction when Margie wasn’t in the mood. Most of those were straight videos with a few bi and lesbian videos added to the mix. I didn’t really notice any of the male stars over all those videos – although I do remember Peter North who is probably the hottest male star I can remember. Nice cock although I wasn't turned on by him, or it.
Three years ago – just after my 50th birthday celebration with family – I realized my interests were changing a bit. I wanted sex, but something more or different than what I’d had since I was a young teen. I’d done just about everything with Margie, except BDSM. Everything I thought about after my birthday was old, mundane stuff. Been there, done that. The only thing left untried was bisexual or gay sex even though I’d never had a gay thought in my life up until then. I started to look up bisexual videos on the Internet. Easy to find. I found myself looking at the men in the videos instead of the women. Up until that time, I had literally never thought of being with a man. In fact, the idea somewhat repulsed me. But the more I looked at pictures and videos of naked men, I could not get the idea out of my mind. I started jacking off to men! A lot. The first time I came looking at a bi video, it felt like when I was young again. I don’t know if it because gay sex was still taboo in my little town (at least you didn’t admit to it), or if it was something else.
But the thought of having a man’s cock in my mouth or elsewhere…well, I couldn’t get it out of my mind. It was exciting. Hot. I could get an immediate hardon anytime and anywhere just thinking about the feel of a cock in my mouth. Kissing a man. Pleasing another man. Getting another man off? What a feeling that must be to get a man so excited that he cums for you. I loved it. Many times when I was fucking Margie, I would imagine I was pumping my cock into some man, or even the neighbor boy. The first time I did that, I basically exploded in a way that I had not in twenty years. Margie looked shocked and said, “What the Hell was that about? You haven’t cum inside me like that for years!”
Of course, I couldn’t tell her I was thinking of another man. I just told her “not sure, I just felt really good tonight.” I don’t know if she believed me. But it felt so good that an hour later I had to go jack off in the shower because I still had more cum to give. That night, thinking about fucking a man, was like the first time I fucked my high school girlfriend. Something you never forget.
But I had to forget it. Hell yes I had to forget it. In our town you didn’t put out an ad for a fuck buddy. Guys like me were as in-the-closet as I was, I’m sure. Plus, I had a very good CPA business in town. If it got out that I was looking for a man to hook up with, I’d lose customers. No doubt. Oh, and my wife, my house, my kids, the whole nine yards. I’d lose it all if ever caught with a man. So, all I could do was try to find alone time to watch bi and gay movies. While it wasn’t going to be the same as actually being with a man, it was the best alternative I could find and still keep my lifestyle - which I enjoy.
Then I found a gay chat site. I won’t mention which one. But, damn, I didn’t realize how many married guys were like me. Like 80% of the men were looking to fuck or to be fucked. Okay, maybe that percentage is high, but the number is a lot higher than I ever thought it could be. What I thought was weird about me, I found to be pretty common. I’d say most of the guys were like me. Just someone who is happily married, but needs and wants more. But needs discretion. Most men on the site were friendly, some were crude. I only chatted with the friendly, sane ones.
After a time, I got brave enough to have phonesex with some of them. I knew it was dangerous, but the excitement overcame my fear. To date, I’d never had any problems. No one tried to call me back, unless they asked in the chat first. I wound up with a few regulars that I had phonesex with more than once. Guys ages from 18-80. Literally. The age didn’t bother me if they were friendly and told me what they wanted before I called them. Even the 80-year-old got me off over the phone. He wanted me to pretend to be his son, so I did. When he came his voice was so loud that I couldn’t even hold my own cum. He really got me off.
The 18-year-old wanted to be my son. So, we did that. Mother fuck, he got me off as good as anyone ever has from that chat site. I could tell it wasn’t it first time talking to a man. Or getting a guy off over the phone. Sometimes, with prior notification, he’ll call me out of the blue and just talk. Just regular talk. No sex. Sometimes that’s as erotic as any fuck chats. Just hearing a young gay teen talk. He’ll always end our chats by telling me he loves me. And I tell him the same. I know it’s weird, but it helps him and me to get off.
Still, it doesn’t get the thought of being with a real live man out of my mind. And I knew just chatting with other guys was going to get old, or unsatisfactory. So, I’m really back to watching gay movies or looking up pictures of naked men showing their hot bodies. And cocks.
I have to admit, my time watching bi and gay vids and my time in the chat site has shown one of my main interests to be older/younger men. More specifically, dads with sons, brothers with brothers, grandson with grandfathers. Family sex. Incest. The biggest taboo. Why? I mean I know why it’s taboo. I have no idea why it turns me on so much. But when I see a son sexually kissing his father, I get off. Big time. Hard. Or a young gay grandson seducing his straight grandfather. God, I love those. Two hot brothers, usually twinks, getting together for the first time. Oh fuck yeah. I’m hard just thinking about it now. I have two twenty-something sons myself. I’ve had no interest in them even in a fantasy. But I do enjoy the thought of family members together for hot sex.
I also have a twenty-something daughter, Amy. She got married two summers ago to Brian, a college classmate. Real nice guy and a good-looker, too. Tall, jet black hair, fit, the whole package. Even though he came into our family after my interest in men started, I never once thought of him sexually. I guess it was different when it’s someone in real life. Plus, ruining my daughter’s life, plus my own…well, plus everyone the family really. Not something I would want to do. So, I never considered him a fuck possibility.
On their wedding day, he asked if he could start calling me “Dad.” That rattled me a bit because three days prior, my 18-year-old chat friend was calling me dad. Since Brian had already received the okay to call Margie “mom”, I had little choice to say it was okay. And, naturally, I started calling him son, although I called him Brian just as often. From that day, he never called me Steve. Always dad.
Ever since their wedding day two years ago, Amy and Brian have come over for Sunday brunch at least once a month. Amy and Margie are extremely close so that’s natural. While they are preparing the meal, Brian and I usually sit around talking about our jobs, sports, the usual BS stuff. He’s been a good husband as far as I can tell and a good son-in-law. We could have done worse. He’s a man’s man for sure.
Okay, yeah, I’ll admit it. I lied. I have wondered what he’d look like nude. How big is he? And I don’t mean how tall. Is he shaved down there, or a full dark mound of hair around his beautiful cock and balls? Is his cock cut, or not. Fuck, watching gay stuff will make you think things like that even though you’ve never been with a man. I know from the way he talks and acts, the thought of being with another male would probably offend him, if not completely disgust him. But, Hell, he doesn’t know I’m wondering what his cock is like. Or if he’s a top or bottom. There have been more than a few times that I got hard thinking about him. I had to go jack off to keep my cock from showing through my pants every time that happened.
I also knew that if Margie or Amy knew I wanted to see Brian’s cock, I’d be living under a bridge somewhere. And if Brian knew where my thoughts were going, he wouldn’t be calling me “Dad” again. And I also knew that I’m the fuckin’ crazy one here. A straight, married man doesn’t fantasize about seeing his son-in-law nude. Right? A very rugged, manly son-in-law at that. I know, because at his age I had zero interest in men or boys, and certainly not taboo family sex.
Then last Sunday arrived. After church (yeah, crazy huh), I decided to go in my office to get on the chat site while Margie was getting ready for Amy and Brian’s Sunday visit. I also opened one of my favorite gay vids with Cliff Rhodes and Colby Keller. A perfect father-in-law/son-in-law vid. If you haven’t seen it, you should. The setup, the guys, the gay sex; all perfect. I couldn’t jack off while watching it that day, but I could watch the vid knowing I always hear Margie coming if I needed to close my computer screen. I’ve never been caught by her yet. Seeing the scene where the son-in-law goes down on Cliff, the father, got me super hard. Fuckin’ over-the-top seeing him take that daddy cock. That’s just when the doorbell rang. Amy and Brian were here. Fuck, a bad time to get a boner. So, I stopped the video and monitor at that point knowing I could get back to the scene later that night. In the vid, the son-in-law is getting rimmed and says, “Oh yeah, Dad.” I lose my load every time when he says that. Kissing it hot, too.
I went to the door to welcome Amy and Brian. “Hi Dad. Hi Dad.” Both said that but when it came from Brian, it made my dick even harder. The dick that hadn’t recovered from the scene I was just watching. Amy hugged and kissed me (dangerous if she got too close) and then Brian hugged me, as well. Brian didn’t kiss me on the lips like Amy did, but I wish he had.
Amy went into the kitchen to help Margie prepare lunch. Brian and I went into the living room to watch the news on TV. I sat in my usual La-Z-Boy chair while he sat across from me on the sofa. We talked the usual stuff about his career and mine.
“Hey, I gotta go out to the shop to get something. I’ll be right back.”
Really, I was hoping my boner would go down while out there so I could relax a little bit.
“Okay, honey. Amy and I are going to have lunch ready in about 20 minutes, so don’t be long.”
I went out to the garage, adjusted myself, and was able to ease the stiffness in my pants even if only a little bit. Better than nothing. When I went back into the living room, Brian was gone from the sofa.
“Where did Brian go?”
“Oh, he needed to look up something on your computer, Dad. I told him you wouldn’t mind?”
I don’t know where the blood went, but it left my body. I had to be as white as a sheet. My knees got wobbly as fuck. I am so screwed. I am ruined. There’s no way out of this. No explanation is going to erase what my son-in-law saw on my computer screen. I didn’t want anyone to know I had gay thoughts. That would be bad enough in my town. But now my family is going to know. Thirty years of marriage down the drain. Half of everything I’ve worked for gone. My daughter and my wife will never forgive me. And my son-in-law will know his wife’s dad was into gay sex. Even worse, taboo family gay sex.
I nearly passed out flopping down on the sofa. Brian walked back from my office and sat down next to me. As in, right next to me. He never said a word or acted like he saw anything. So maybe I got lucky. Very lucky. Maybe he didn’t use my computer after all.
But just when Margie and Amy were back in the kitchen and not looking our way, he reached over and put his hand on my crotch. Right on my semi-hard cock.
He whispered, “I saw the video. Nice. Hot. Kiss me.”
Oh fuck, the way he said “Dad”…well, it was erotic to say the least. And then he actually tried to kiss me. With our spouses literally yards away. I didn’t dare say no because I didn’t know what he would say or do. So, I pushed him away, jumped off the sofa and back into my chair. What the fuck is going on? My son-in-law, my straight son-in-law, just tried to kiss me with our wives a room away.
“Mom, Amy, I’m going to take Dad down to the basement to play a quick game of pool. C’mon Dad, let’s go.”
Amy wasted no time to say, “No, no, we’re almost ready to eat.”
“We’ll be right back up. I promise. I’m pretty sure it won’t take long to take care of Dad. I'll blow him away on the pool table.”
What the fuck did he just say?
Brian grabbed my hand like I was a teenage girl going to the prom and pulled me out of my chair. I knew I had to go with him if I had any chance to get out of this. I had no idea what he had in mind. I was half excited. And half scared to death. All I knew was that my son-in-law apparently liked guys. Liked cock. Liked ME. I had to be dreaming. Or in a fucking nightmare.
As soon as we got downstairs, he pushed me up against the wall, put his tongue in my mouth and his hand on my belt buckle. His other hand went behind me and started massaging my ass cheeks.
"Nice video dad. Hot fuckers. I liked the father-in-law the best. He reminds me of you. Nice cock. What's yours like? You should have told me you like cock a long time ago Dad."
“’Brian, we can’t do this.” I can explain what you saw. It’s not what you think.”
“Dad, what I think is that I’m going to give you a blowjob before we go back upstairs. Actually, that’s what I know. I’m going to take your pants off and then I’m going to find out what my daddy’s cock tastes like. I’ve wanted to get in your pants from the first day I met you. Now that I know we have similar interests, we are going to be closer than ever. I’ll take care of Amy, but I’m going to take care of you, too, daddy. Help me get your pants off and let’s see what you got before we go back upstairs. I’m going to make you cum like those guys in the video Dad. You should have told me a long time ago that you like cock. Especially son-in-law cock.”
I couldn’t hold him back any longer, nor did I want to. I kissed him as I was unbuckling my belt and sliding my pants down to my ankles. My cock was sticking out through my boxers and was already leaking precum. He took all 8 inches into his mouth. No messing around licking the head. He wanted as much as he could get as fast as he could get it in his mouth. If Amy and Margie came downstairs, well, I don't think I would have stopped him. His mouth felt that good.
Fuck, I don’t know who was moaning the most, or the loudest. My first real time with another male. And my son-in-law to top it off. How many guys' first gay sex is with their sons-in-law? But here we were. He loved my cock and I loved what he was doing to it. He cupped my ass cheeks in his hands and that made me even harder. And moan even more. He started going up and down on my shaft. He pushed his lips down to the base of my cock. Licking all sides and then putting his tongue on my piss slit before taking the whole thing again. He was good at this. A real cocksucker. Obviously, this wasn’t his first time sucking a cock. But I wasn’t asking questions at the time. I just knew my son-in-law was about to make me cum before lunch with our wives a floor away.
“Brian. I’m getting close. I can’t hold it son. I can’t hold it. I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum in your throat son.”
He took my cock out of his mouth for just a second. “Oh yeah Dad. Give me all of it. Cum in my mouth daddy. Fuck my throat! Cum on my face. I love you Dad. I want it. I want YOU, Dad. Cum in my mouth daddy.”
Hearing him say he loved me as he was putting my cock back into his mouth was all it took. I could not hold my cum any longer. So, I let it go and filled his mouth with my hot sperm. I could tell he was swallowing as much as he could. He put a finger in my ass while I filled his throat. I can’t tell you how good it felt when he fingered my ass. Awesome. I hadn’t cum that much since the first time I fucked Margie while imagining I was fucking a guy. He got up from his knees and put the cum from his mouth into my mouth. Nasty. In a fuckin’ hot way. I loved tasting my own cum after it had been in his mouth. He let me suck on his finger that had been in my ass, too. I loved it. Dirty, sexy, nasty, hot gay sex. I knew this is what I wanted.
I was spent. I wanted to do to him what he had just done to me. But I knew we didn’t have time for that as the girls were already hollering for us to come up.
He helped me get my pants back on, wiped the cum off his face, and kissed me one more time. I was still turned by what had just happened and thinking about what’s next. For both of us. For our families.
“Brian, we need to talk about this. What we just did is wrong. Dangerous, too. I didn’t want anyone, especially my family, to know I had pictures and videos of gay sex. And the family sex thing makes it even worse. Being a straight married man, I need help when I have desires for men, but especially my son-in-law. Desires for you. son. Yes, it’s true. I have wanted you for a while now. A lot. But I knew I could never have you. It would destroy our families. It’s incest in a way. It’s wrong.”
“Who says you can’t have me, Dad? I need you to have me. I don’t know how straight you are, but your cock seemed to like what I was doing to it. A lot. And I damn sure liked sucking on it. At the very least, you owe me one. And I intend to collect. As far as the family sex, I’ve had feelings for my own father for years, but I didn’t dare approach him about that. He’s very anti-queer. But in my fantasies, I’ve always dreamed of having you as a lover. You don’t know how many times I’ve jacked off thinking about being with you, sucking your cock…and a lot more. Let’s get upstairs and we’ll talk about it later.”
He kissed me one more time and teased me by putting my hand on his cock. It felt great and got me hard all over again knowing I might have it soon. “I love you, Dad. And what those guys did in that video is what we’re going to be doing a lot of from now on. I can't wait to rim you dad.”
Those words I'll never forget. He wants to rim his father-in-law. I love it. His tongue and the touch of his stiff cock told me there was no going back. I could not wait to see it, touch it, and drain cum from it. And maybe feel his cock deep inside my ass. And mine in his.
“I love you, too, Son.”
“Where have you guys been? I thought you told Amy you’d be right up.”
“Oh mom, you know guys…they’re always jerking off or something like that to waste time.”
Brian and I smiled at each other knowing we’d soon be doing more than jerking off. I loved this guy like my own. well, like my own son. But in a far more sexual way too.
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