PETER:

    For many years now, I'd been living a double life: what the public got to see, and the behind-the-scenes. One might think that by me coming out as gay this might improve… but the complete opposite happened. Suddenly, I found myself surrounded by people privately telling me "How could you do this?!" and "Did you think about your team at all?!" Meanwhile, those same people in public lauded me as one of the greatest heroes of our time; the trailblazer that football needed to undo the shackles of homophobia in sports.

    Thankfully, by this point I was already rich, which made most things much easier. At 34, I was one of the oldest active players and I had already been planning my retirement before this whole circus anyway. From a business perspective, this was possibly the smartest drunken decision I could've made. With the sun setting on my athletic career, I had a bright future ahead as an "advocate" and a "community leader" and "motivational speaker."

    A part of me felt guilty about claiming these roles and responsibilities. After all, I'd spent most of my life trying to distance myself from the gay community as much as possible, in fears that I might be discovered. So to be put on a pedestal for making one single video (which I would've never done sober!), when other people dedicated their whole lives to the advancement of gay rights, felt… wrong. Still, the public – both gay and straight – ate it up. Like it or not, this was my new image.

    "And THIS… is your new boyfriend," one of my newly-hired PR experts said, slamming a tabloid on the conference room table and using her manicured nail to tap the picture on the cover. It was a photo of that American bloke and me leaving Soho together two nights ago, titled "PETE'S PARAMOUR?" What was the guy's name…? Ben Turner, I realised, after reading the first few lines of the article.

    "Excuse me?" I asked as I let out a laugh, looking around the table at the four other people there, all men.

    "You've been spotted with Benjamin Turner, an American expat currently living in London," said one of the other agents. "We've been in touch with his manager and we believe that it is best for the two of you to be in a relationship. It would raise both of your profiles and be very beneficial to your image."

    I'd heard this spiel multiple times before, but in the past it had always been women that my agents were setting me up with. Sex with Ben was amazing, but I barely knew the guy, and I was expected to call him my "boyfriend"?

    "And he's agreed to do this?" I asked the PR team.

    "Yes. He knows how the industry works," the female agent assured me. "He's not as high-profile as you are, but he's an excellent match. No public scandals. He does have a son back in America, but we doubt journalists would care about that. If it ever gets brought up, you can say you two bonded over being single fathers to teenagers."

    Being told that I was an "excellent match" with someone by people who barely even knew me never stopped being amusing, so I just laughed and shook my head. I understood that they were just doing their job, and I was thankful to them for it. Apparently, Ben was also familiar with the celebrity matchmaking industry, so I was looking forward to our arranged coupling and curious if it would all end up being for show, or if we might actually end up falling in love with one another. You never know.

—

    As usual when there was a change in the status quo, I knew that the first person I needed to talk to was my son Adrian. The boy was now 16 and used to living life with a famous dad, even if these past few months had been crazier than ever. I tried keeping him out of the spotlight as much as possible. He was fiercely independent and I trusted him to take care of himself. We used to spend at least two or three evenings a week together, but lately I'd been so busy that I hardly ever got to see him. Until… I walked into his room and got to see all of him.

    "Whoa!" I shouted instinctively after opening the door to Adrian's room without knocking. I was just back from my meeting with the PR team and I should've known better than to walk into a teenager's room unannounced. My son was lying in his bed stark naked, porn playing on his laptop, wanking his hard teen cock.

    "Dad!" Adrian yelled while scrambling to cover up. "For fuck's sake, close the door!"

    I laughed, amused by the situation, but I did what my son said and I shut the door, leaving his room. He was probably mortified, although there was no need for it. I mean, what 16-year-old doesn't jerk off? I left him to finish up his wank, but as I walked down to the kitchen something hit me… the video Adrian was watching… I only got to see a few seconds of it but I could've sworn… it was two men fucking. Yes, the more I thought about it the more I was certain of it. Even the actors in it seemed familiar; I probably knew them from gay porn.

    Half an hour later, Adrian was down in the kitchen, and I sat him down for a chat.

    "Listen, mate, sorry for bursting into your room earlier, but you know there's no need to be embarrassed or anything, right?" I said.

    "Dad, I don't wanna talk about it, okay?" the boy insisted.

    "There is something we need to talk about," I added. "It's no big deal either way, but… was it gay porn that you were watching?"

    Adrian blushed, looking down at the table before looking up at me.

    "And what if it was?" he said assertively.

    "Nothing! I told ya, it's no big deal either way, it just… caught my eye."

    "Yeah, well, I'm into guys. Just like you," my son said, surprising me with his confession.

    "Oh, wow. Okay, cool," I tried to be nonchalant. "Do you like… have a boyfriend or something?"

    "No," Adrian shook his head.

    "Okay. And do you have any questions to ask me? Like about… being gay or sex or anything?" I offered.

    "No, I think I'm fine," my son blushed again, looking back down. He wasn't usually a shy kid, but this was an understandably touchy subject.

    "Okay, well listen, you know you can talk to me, right? Regardless of me being gay or whatever, like… I love you," I said. It wasn't something we said too much to each other, we weren't that kinda family, but at a time like this it felt appropriate.

    "I love you too. Can I go now?" Adrian asked, eager to leave the table.

    "In a moment. There was something else I wanted to tell you. Speaking of boyfriends… I've met someone," I said.

    "Is it that American guy from the tabloids?" my son asked.

    "Yes," I nodded, unsurprised that he knew about Ben by now. "We're gonna be seeing each other."

    "And is it like… real, or just for publicity?" Adrian wanted to know.

    "I… don't know. He's a nice bloke and all, but we're being encouraged to date so… we'll see what comes of it," I admitted.

    "Okay well… have fun," said Adrian, getting up and leaving the kitchen. As I watched him leave, the image of his hard cock flashed through my mind again, as much as I tried to prevent it. 

—

    The next day, I was seen having a romantic dinner with Ben Turner at a restaurant in the City that "coincidentally" always had paps stationed in the front. We left holding hands and ended up on every British blog and website. Maybe my team was onto something and we really did make an excellent couple. When I invited Ben back to my place, I meant it, and I knew for a fact he wouldn't be sleeping in the guest room like some of my show-girlfriends in the past.

    "Let me fuck you right here again," Ben asked as we snogged in my living room. I let him, and we both shook our clothes off within seconds. The last time this happened we were quite drunk and high, and we made so much noise that I have no idea how my son managed to sleep through it. Now that I knew that Adrian was also gay, I was somehow less concerned about him walking in on us. I mean, the boy clearly enjoyed watching gay porn, so it's not like he'd stumble upon something he'd never seen before if he happened to walk in on Ben and me doing it in the living room.

    While Ben ate my arse, I lay face-down on the couch and I thought I heard movement on the other side of the room. It was past midnight, but still early enough for Adrian to be awake. "Maybe we should move to my bedroom," I thought, but the pervy side of me relished the risk. I looked up, wondering if we'd indeed been caught… when I saw the shadow of someone hiding behind the wall by the stairs.

    "My son is watching us," I whispered to Ben, pulling him up by his hair so I could whisper in his ear and give him a kiss.

    "Oh yeah?" Ben smirked and discreetly looked across the room, spotting Adrian's shadow and grinning even wider. "Wanna give the boy a show?" 

    Over dinner, I'd told Ben that my son had come out to me the day before, which Ben thought was great news. "You can feel so much… freer with him in the house," he'd said with a wink. I now knew just what he meant by that.

    I knew that what we were doing was wrong, but at the end of the day it was Adrian's decision to come down and spy on us. He was clearly curious, and possibly enjoying this. Maybe enjoying it so much that he was having another wank, although I couldn't be sure by looking at his shadow. As for me, I was turned on by the kinkiness and openness of it all, especially after so many years in the closet. "Let him see!" I thought. "If he wants a porn show, that's what he's gonna get."

    "Ah, fuck my arse!" I said to Ben much louder than necessary. "Fucking breed my hole like the last time you were here."

    "Yeah? You love getting your ass drilled, don't ya?" Ben grunted, smacking my arsecheek loudly.

    "Fuck yeah," I moaned, getting on all fours and arching my back, my hard cock and bollocks swingling back and forth like a bell between my legs.

    "That's right, you need your hole bred, don't ya? And now that we're together I'm gonna breed you every day. I'm gonna fill you up with so much cum, you're gonna have it in you nonstop, wherever you go," Ben continued, surprising me by how graphically verbal he was getting, especially since he knew my kid was listening in. I looked up and sure enough: not only could I see Adrian's shadow now, I could also make out the top of his head peeking around the corner.

    "Fucking fill me with your spunk, mate," I begged, feeling the tip of Ben's circumcised cock pushing against my arsehole, oozing out precum before sliding in. "Ahhhhh, fuck!!"

    Ben knew what rhythm to take to drive me wild. I forgot about everything else around us and I just enjoyed a really good fuck. We went at it for over half an hour. Midway through, I flipped over and lay on my stomach, giving my new boyfriend the chance to wank my cock while fucking my arse. I wasn't even thinking about Adrian getting to see my tool; I was too lost in the moment. "So what if he sees my cock?" I figured. "He shot out of it, he might as well."

    As that pervy thought crossed my mind, Ben hit my prostate especially hard and before I knew it, I was screaming in ecstasy. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!!!" I shouted as sperm shot out of my cock like a fountain. I looked across the room again, noticing Adrian stealthily looking on while his little brothers and sisters rained down on my belly. 

    "That's right, let that cum out. Let that cum out!" Ben barked loudly while he milked my cock, giving my son a show at the same time. I felt my arse lips clenching his cut tool, and it pushed Ben over the edge. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming too. I'm gon cum inside your ass!" he announced to the room.

    "Cum inside me," I panted while jizzing, barely able to breathe.

    "I'm gon breed your hole, right… fucking… nowwwwww!!"

    With that, Ben let his load flood my guts, showing Adrian just how much of a cumslut his own father was.​