PETER:

    The day after my son Adrian sucked my cock and swallowed my cum, I still felt hungover. After multiple showers and several pots of coffee, I was slowly beginning to come back to reality. Of course, there was the parental guilt of "oh my god, what have I done?!" But it was Adrian himself who sat me down and assured me he was alright. Our mutual sexperience took place in the spur of the moment; and even though we had both enjoyed it, of course we agreed it wouldn't happen again.

    Unlike me, my boyfriend Ben continued to receive blowjobs from Adrian on a daily basis.

    "You and I aren't exclusive," Ben said to me, "we hook up with other people all the time. I just figured one of those other people happens to be your son. You don't mind, do ya?"

    I had to admit, it did feel awkward to me, but I was hardly one to speak after what I'd done with Adrian. Besides, Ben was an internationally successful model – my son could definitely do worse than him. If Adrian was going to be hooking up with guys and sucking cock, I'd much rather he do it with Ben than some stranger off an app or in a cruisy cottage somewhere. 

    So now multiple evenings a week, Ben and I would attend a big event or a fundraiser and then return home, where my boyfriend would go straight to my son's bedroom and get his dick sucked by him. Sometimes he'd cum right down my boy's throat; other times he'd save it for me and come fuck me, using my own son's saliva as lube. I would often sneak up to Adrian's door while Ben was in his room, and I would listen in as my boyfriend shouted,

    "Fuck yeah! You little cocksucker. Suck that dick! That's right, you're made for that shit, ain't ya?!"

    Sometimes I had a feeling Ben knew that I could hear them, so he got extra loud and verbal just for my sake. Whether he did it on purpose or not, his words made my cock hard as a rock, and I always had a wank while listening in on my son pleasing my boyfriend – as fucked up as that whole scenario was! 

    Then, one sunny Saturday morning in March, Adrian and I were out for a jog in Regent's Park when he hit me with a question I wasn't expecting.

    "Dad… I was wondering if it's okay for me to have sex with Ben."

    I immediately slowed down, struggling to catch my breath. Although I was well used to running, hearing Adrian's request made me feel like I'd just been punched in the gut.

    "Um, what was that?" I pretended I hadn't heard.

    "I said, would it be okay if Ben and I had sex?" my son repeated, slowing down so we were both walking side-by-side. "I've been thinking of doing it with someone for a while, and I'd like it to be him."

    "Why… Why him?" I asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as I could.

    "Well c'mon, he's fucking gorgeous, ain't he? And he and I have a good vibe going on. I'm comfortable around him."

    "And are you… sure you're ready for it?" I asked. Then, in an effort to sound more casual, I added, "Sucking a dick and taking it up the arse is quite different, mate."

    "I know it is, Dad. But I'm ready," said my son. Then, out of the blue, he asked, "How old were you when you had your first time?"

    "Sixteen," I answered truthfully.

    "Was it with a bloke or a girl?"

    "A bloke. An older man I met in a public bathroom," I said. I wasn't proud of this story, but it felt right sharing it with my son.

    "Did you do it there, in the bathroom?" Adrian asked.

    "Yes, stupidly so. It was 1999; I remember, cos back then the age of consent was still 16 for straight couples but 18 if you're gay. Then the following year they lowered it. We could've both been in so much trouble if we got caught."

    "And… how was it? How was the sex?" my son said delicately as we walked through the gorgeous park.

    "I'm not sure," I admitted. "At first I thought it was shit. I swore to myself 'never again,' and I started having sex with girls instead. Then after a few years I realised it was because of all of this gay guilt I was carrying around. I did enjoy sex with men, even though that first time wasn't perfect."

    "I… I think things would go much better between Ben and me," Adrian said, making me smile. 

    "I'm sure they would. So, when are you thinking of doing it?" I asked.

    "Well, I turn 17 on St. Patrick's Day this year, and it's a Saturday. So I'm having a huge party up in Liverpool, and I was wondering if you and Ben wanna come."

    "What, you want him to fuck you at your birthday party?" I chuckled.

    "No. But maybe the following day, we'll see. Does that mean you're okay with it?" Adrian asked enthusiastically.

    "If that's what you and Ben want to do… you have my blessing," I smiled wider while making eye contact with my son. "Now, try to keep up!" I said as I broke into a run, with Adrian running to catch up with me.

—

    My son wasn't exaggerating when he said his party would be huge. With it being St. Patrick's Day as well as the weekend, all of Liverpool was even crazier than usual. Most of my son's mates were old enough to drink (and the ones who were a year or two shy did it regardless) so the bar where he had his party was filled to capacity. There were even paparazzi outside, hoping to snap a pic of the birthday boy and his famous father. 

    In an effort to get them to leave – and since my son was busy with his mates anyway – Ben and I left the party early. We went back to the flat I owned and rarely frequented these days, and we got into bed, where my boyfriend spooned me from behind and pressed his growing cock deep between my arsecheeks.

    "Wanna fuck?" he whispered in my ear, nibbling on my lobe.

    As tempted as I was – and I was REALLY fucking tempted! – I replied by saying,

    "Why don't you save it for tomorrow?"

    I knew that my son was hoping to lose his cherry to Ben the following day, and I wanted to make it extra special for Adrian by letting him have the biggest load he could get from my boyfriend.

    Adrian spent the night at his mum's and we didn't see him until Sunday afternoon, when he dropped by my flat for a light lunch and a heavy fuck.

    "You wanna go to your room?" Ben asked my boy after we'd all eaten.

    "Depends. Are you coming with me?" Adrian batted his eyes.

    "Oh, I'll be cumming all right," Ben continued to flirt. 

    With that, he and my teenage son left the table, holding hands as if they were boyfriends. I sat by myself and listened to their footsteps as they walked to Adrian's room, where the kissing commenced. Since I could still hear them loud and clear, I realised they'd left the bedroom door open. My right hand traveled to my crotch, squeezing my cock, which was already throbbing. Would they shut the door once the real action began? Or did Ben intend on deflowering my son with the door wide open for me to watch?

    I would get my answer soon enough. As the snogging and undressing continued, there was no sign of the door closing. "Ahhh, yeah. Fuck yeah! Mmm," my son's moans only got louder and louder, making my dick grow to its full extent. I sat at the kitchen table rubbing myself and trying to imagine just what was going on in Adrian's room. Then, when he shouted "FUCK! No one's ever done that to me," my curiosity got the better of me. I got up and walked along the hall, standing in Adrian's doorway and looking in at the scene.

    My son was fully nude, lying on his back on the bed and holding his own legs up in the air. His teenage cock was boned up to the max. My boyfriend, who was just as naked, was squatting down, burying his tongue inside my boy's hole. Judging by Adrian's reaction, Ben was really going deep! My son's eyes were closed, his legs shaking, sweat already running down his hairy thighs. With his teenage hormones in overdrive, my son's musk immediately filled up the room, to the point where it smelled like an unventilated locker room after an entire football team has used it. Just then, I realised how much my son smelled just like me when I was his age.

    With that thought in mind, my hand slipped into my shorts and got hold of my prick. There was precum oozing out of my piss slit – more and more of it as I watched my son get rimmed by my sexy boyfriend. At the same time, I felt jealous of Adrian and happy for him. Of course, Ben had rimmed me like this plenty of times, so I knew first-hand just how good he was; but my son was experiencing this for the first time, which is something you never forget. The anticipation of Ben's cock popping Adrian's cherry was already tangible in the room and I could feel it even though I wasn't directly involved.

    Just then, my son opened his eyes and made eye contact with me. I offered what I hoped was an encouraging smile. I wanted to ask, "Are you okay? Let me know if there's something I can do," but I figured it's best I remain quiet. The boy was clearly enjoying himself. My paternal smile hopefully offered him reassurance and said everything that I wanted to say.

    "Fuck. He's gonna fuck me," Adrian moaned, and I figured he was talking to me.

    "Yeah. You're gonna have fun," I smiled, still stroking my cock and pulling my shorts down so I could have easier access to it. My son looked down at my tool and then smiled ear-to-ear. Taking a step forward, I stepped into the room and smiled back. Unlike my first time, which was marred by guilt and shame, I wanted Adrian to know that he had his father's full approval.

    "Fuck," Ben pulled his face out of my son's arsehole, breathing deeply to catch his breath. He stood up and gave me a chance to see his rock-hard cock, which he held with one hand, brandishing it like a sword, while his other hand was busy fingering my son's hole. 

    Meanwhile, my son's hands reached for the bottle of lube that was on the bed. I knew the brand that Ben always bought and this wasn't it, which meant my son had come prepared with lube of his own. Focusing on the bottle, I noticed that it was half-empty – Adrian must've been using it while wanking for some time now.

    In an effort to help, I walked to the bed and picked up the bottle which was out of my son's reach, and then I walked over to Ben to hand it to him. My boyfriend smirked at me, and then we both looked down at my son's hole as he fingered it.

    "Would you care to do the honors?" Ben said in his sexy voice. 

    "What do you mean?" I asked.

    "Lube him up for me," my boyfriend suggested.

    I looked at Adrian's face and made eye contact with him. I was taken aback by Ben's suggestion, but my son just nodded and said to me,

    "Do it, Dad. Lube up my arse."

    I popped the cap open and squirted some of the silicone-based lube onto my fingers. Even though I wasn't touching it, my cock remained rock hard and throbbing with excitement and arousal, especially as my hand headed downwards, towards my son's hole. Ben pulled his fingers out of Adrian's arse, leaving the teen's tight hole gaping just the tiniest bit before it closed. I watched my son's arse lips quiver and I placed my fingers on them, moving ever so slowly, massaging the lube onto his sphincter.

    "Ahhhhhh," my son exhaled, and I could actually feel his hole relaxing, allowing me to slip a finger in it. And then, all of a sudden, a memory hit me. Something that happened weeks ago, something I hadn't thought about since, but it all came back to me now…

    I was passed out in my bed in London. It was after a long night of getting dicked down by a slew of guys at an orgy. Back home, I still had what felt like a litre of cum up my bum, and there was someone fingering my arsehole. At the time, I assumed it was Ben, but in my hungover stupor I'd actually peeped and caught a glimpse of the perpetrator. It was never Ben. It was my son! My son was the one fingering my hole that day, just like I was doing to him right now!

    "Fuck!" I said loudly, a large wad of precum leaking out of my cock and dripping onto the floor. I squirted even more lube directly onto Adrian's arsehole and I worked it in him, using one finger, then two.

    "Mmm. Ahh! AHHHH!!!" my son moaned, still holding up his quivering legs as I finger-fucked his virgin teen hole. "Fuuuck."

    "Yeeeah," I grunted as I accelerated and fingered him faster, watching his boners oozing out cum which gathered in my son's navel. What a little perv he was, to finger my arse while I was passed out. To play with the spooge all those strangers had shot inside me. How many fingers did my son stick inside my slutty hole that day? Three, four? I reckoned he deserved one more, so I inserted a third digit up Adrian's arse. His virgin hole was now struggling to keep up with it, but judging by his moaning he was loving this.

    "Ahhhhhhhh, fuck yeah," my son panted, parting his arse lips open for me.

    Meanwhile, my boyfriend stood by my side, wanked, and watched as I opened my son's hole up for him. After fingering Adrian for about ten minutes, I figured it's time for the boy to get his first taste of cock. I stepped aside and looked over at Ben, expecting him to step forward and slide his member into my son's lubed-up pussy.

     But Ben had a surprise for both Adrian and me.

    "You know, Adrian," Ben said to my son, "how do you feel about your father being the first one to fuck you?"​