TOM:

    After a few weeks of being out of the hospital, life started to feel somewhat normal. It's a weird thing to say, since I still didn't have my memory back; but little by little things started to feel familiar. I no longer got lost in the supermarket or when strolling around the neighborhood; and I wasn't sure if it was because my "old memories" were slowly returning, or because I was creating new ones.

    I spent a lot of time staring at old photographs and videos that my son Henry gave me. Although it was helpful, it was also exhausting: I felt like I was giving my brain homework to do. After a while of going through old pictures I had to unwind somehow. That happened by doing one of two activities: jerking off, or reading my son's books.

    While I was in a coma, my son had published several novels, and I devoured all of them one by one. I could see why he was so successful. They were thrilling murder mysteries, with a main character who was likable but imperfect. I especially appreciated the protagonist's close relationship with his father, and I hoped that Henry had based it on his relationship with myself before the accident.

    One Sunday, our next-door neighbor was hosting a large event. Douglas Whitfield, who owned #1 Stag Meadow Lane, was a U.S. Senator. Apparently, he spent most of his time in D.C. but came back home as often as possible since his wife and kids still lived here. Whenever he was back, he often organized some sort of fundraiser or gala soirée. 

    As a prominent "member of the community," my son was invited to Senator Whitfield's schmooze fest. Henry's fiancé Xavier seemed especially keen on going. When I announced that I didn't feel like attending the event, Xavier seemed almost happy not to have to lug me along.

    "Are you gonna be okay in the house by yourself, Dad?" my son asked.

    "Of course. I'll just keep myself occupied by reading. You boys have fun," I said and I saw them off. Once I had the house to myself, I made myself comfortable by getting down to my underwear and going to my son's workroom. The walls there were lined with books, and I spent over half an hour browsing. Eventually, I ended up stumbling upon some folders and pages which looked like they'd been written by my son.

    "Is this a draft for his next book?" I wondered. Feeling curious, I flipped through the pages until a title caught my eye: a story titled "Forest Fuck (Draft 1)."

    In Henry's books, there were occasional sex scenes between the protagonist and both men and women, but it was never anything overly explicit. This story, which seemed to be on the raunchier side of things, piqued my interest. I took the printed pages with me and went to my bedroom, where I could lie in bed and read them.

    "Hello, my name is Henry and this story describes an event that happened earlier today," the narration read. "Is this a true story?" I wondered. 

    "If you've read any of my past stories, you might know that I recently turned 21. I  live in a small town without any gay bars or anything similar, so needless to say finding dick can be a challenge."

    I stopped reading, pondering if I should continue at all. Indeed, this seemed to be a true story, or at least it was written to sound like a confession. What if Henry wrote it back when he was 21? Was I invading his privacy by reading it now? Just as I was about to put it down, the next few words caught my attention.

    "My dad and I have been having some fun this summer while I'm home from college, but this isn't a story about him. After celebrating the Fourth of July last week, everyone was back to work this morning, and I had the house all to myself. I started the day off by doing something kinky: jerking off in my parents' bed. It didn't take me long to cum while inhaling my father's scent on the sheets, and I thought that blowing my load would make me cool down so I could get started with my day and do something productive. Unfortunately, it only left me feeling EVEN hornier. I was pining for some real dick, or even an ass to fuck… and I knew just where to go.

    "Our town doesn't have any gay bars but it DOES have a cruising ground, even if it's not super popular. I discovered it on a dodgy listing online when I was 15 and I started to go for walks around that area after school. Most of the time I didn't stumble upon anything interesting other than the occasional filled condom. Every now and then I would see guys engaged in dick-sucking or fucking, and I would stealthily jerk off behind a tree while watching them. On occasion, I would get caught. Whenever that happened, sometimes the guys would stop and walk away, but sometimes they just kept going, happy to have an audience. Some men even asked me to join them, but I was too shy and nervous at the time to do that.

    "The closest I got to 'participating' in one of those encounters at the time was when I caught a couple fucking in the woods while the top was trying to film the fuck on a digital camera. Like always upon witnessing a scene like this, I was hard within seconds. I took my cock out and started jacking, hiding behind a bush. However, in order to get a good view I had to approach nearer, and when I did that I got caught.

    "'Hey, kid. Wanna grab this and film for us?' the top asked when he saw me, offering his camera. He was a burly middle-aged man, and the bottom he was fucking looked a few years older than me, probably a college student. 

    "I agreed to holding the guy's camera and videoing them. I stepped in closer and took the cam in my right hand, while my left continued to stroke my cock. Now that he had both hands free, the top got even more aggressive and REALLY started pounding the college kid's ass. They were both loud – especially the moaning bottom – but there was no one else around. 

    "With the camera in my hand, I walked closer and closer to the couple, really zooming in on the top's dick. As I did so, I realized just how THICK it was. No wonder the bottom was yelping so loudly! Finally, after about ten minutes, the older man pulled his cock completely out of the bottom's ass, leaving his hole gaping (a fascinating sight to me at the time). He started jacking off, and within seconds he was blowing a HUGE load, his white cum glistening as it dripped down the bottom's dark-skinned ass. Before he was done shooting, the top shoved his dick back inside the wide-opened hole and continued cumming in there. As he unloaded, the middle-aged man and I made eye contact and he grinned. I was about to cum, and he could tell.

    "'Wanna cum inside him?' he offered. I did, but I was too scared to say yes or to actually do it. Instead, I blew my load all over the grass, almost dropping the camera in the process. When we were done, I handed the man his cam back and I practically ran out of there."

    As I read Henry's story, I couldn't determine if it was true or not. It read like fiction but somewhere in the back of my mind, I had a hazy recollection of a forest… a gay cruising ground… somewhere not far from where we lived…

    I looked down and I realized there was a huge tent in my briefs now. My son's story had given me a boner! Without thinking about it, I slipped my hand in my underwear, gripping my cock and slowly rubbing up and down. There was already precum leaking out of my piss slit and sticking to the cotton fabric so I pulled my briefs down around my knees, fully freeing my cock.

    I looked down at my tool, admiring its thickness. It reminded me of the top in that story and I wondered just how similar we were. While jerking off, I continued to read Henry's essay.

    "It was about a year or so later that I gave my first blowjob at that same cruising ground, to a guy a couple of years older than me. After doing it once, the seal was broken and I wasn't so afraid anymore. I went to the cruising spot several times a week. About half the time there was no one else there, but every now and then I got lucky. Although I never fucked or got fucked (I did so for the first time in college) I sucked PLENTY of cock, and I had mine serviced orally a few times as well.

    "Which brings me back to today. After jerking off in my parents' bed, I took a shower and went to the cruising ground, hoping to get some REAL action. I was 21 and cute enough so as long as the place wasn't empty, I knew that my chances were pretty good.

    "What I saw when I got there took me by surprise. In between the bushes in the forest, I saw my neighbor Cory, who lived on the same cul-de-sac as me. Cory had just turned 18 a few days ago on the Fourth, and he was currently getting nailed by a boy who I knew was his best friend Brandon. I had no idea Cory or Brandon were gay – especially Brandon, who had a kid even though he was so young. The two best friends had just graduated high school and were about to go their separate ways, and apparently this was their way of saying goodbye with a bang… literally.

    "As I approached the two teens, the bulge in my shorts started to grow. They both had their shirts off and plenty of sweat dripping down their bodies, indicating that they'd been at this for a while. They were too distracted to notice me and I decided that rather than spy on them, I would announce my presence. 

    "'Having fun?' I said loudly, sounding as friendly and sexually suggestive as I could.

    "The two teenagers were startled, but they quickly relaxed when they saw me with my hands on my bulge, rubbing myself through my shorts.

    "'Hey, man. Can you keep a secret?' Brandon asked me while thrusting his cock back and forth inside my neighbor without missing a beat.

    "'I can if you can,' I said. 'I was never here.'

    "'Neither were we,' Brandon winked, still going hard on Cory's ass. 'Now that none of us are here… wanna join us?'

    "Acting swiftly, I pulled my dick out and I took him up on his invitation. I walked up to Cory's face and put my semi-hard dick in it. My teenage neighbor opened his mouth and started sucking me, getting me to a full erection in no time.

    "'Wanna fuck his ass?' Brandon offered to me next, and this time I wasn't gonna say no. I moved behind Cory and just as Brandon pulled out, I drove my hard cock inside of Cory's gaping 18-year-old hole, giving him a belated birthday present. As I fucked him back and forth, I felt Brandon's hand on my bare ass, squeezing my cheek and venturing closer to my crack, which felt nice. As Brandon's fingertips started to approach my hole, I pushed it open as much as I could, allowing him to feel its stretchiness.

    "'D'you like to get fucked as well?' the teen asked me. 

    "'Fuck yeah! And I came ready," I replied.

    "Seconds later, while my dick was still deep inside Cory's ass, Brandon started to push inside my hole –"

    I took a break from reading my son's story for a moment, closing my eyes and stroking my cock even faster. Fuck, this shit was hot! I had no idea if it was true or not, but either my son had an overactive imagination or a VERY active sex life. The thought of him fucking our young neighbor, out in public in the woods, WHILE getting fucked by another boy at the same time… It was an image that got me on the verge of an orgasm. I grasped my throbbing dick harder, bringing some of my precum to my lips and licking it off before continuing to read.

    "Seconds later, while my dick was still deep inside Cory's ass, Brandon started to push inside my hole. It was surprisingly easy to get my ass to relax while fucking – needless to say this was my first time. Brandon had an EXCELLENT-sized dick, overshadowing many of the adult men who I'd hooked up with.

    "'How long have you guys been fucking?' I asked as I felt Brandon's balls finally graze my thighs. He was all in!

    "'Oh, years,' he replied. 

    "'Ah, yeah!' moaned Cory, though I wasn't sure if he was answering my question or just moaning in pleasure. His hole felt amazing around my cock, and I could feel how much he was fiending for a load after getting fucked for so long.

    "I thrusted back and forth, bouncing between Brandon's and Cory's hips. The closest I'd ever come to this sensation was once when I was fucking a Fleshlight while I had a plug up my ass, but this was so much better! In the front, Cory's hard dick kept hitting his stomach, and he announced that he was close to cumming if I kept fucking him this way.

    "'I'm close too. How about you, buddy?' Brandon asked me.

    "'Give me a few more minutes,' I asked the two of them. This was my second load of the day and I needed a bit more time, even though I was quickly approaching that sweet spot as well, especially now that Brandon's cockhead was tapping against my prostate. He and I both accelerated our thrusting in sync. Finally, a couple of moments later…

    "'Aaaaah, fuck!!!' Cory shouted as he began to blow his load handsfree all over the ground. His sphincter clenched as he did so, milking my cock and making me lose my own nut. While I shot my cum inside Cory's teenage ass, I could feel my own asshole tightening, which in turn pushed Brandon over the edge. He filled my hole with his potent, baby-making spunk, giving me just what I'd needed for the day."

    As I read those words written by my son, I started to shoot my cumload, spraying it all over my naked torso. I came at the same time as the three young men in the story, feeling a connection with them even though they were just words on a page.

    "After breeding each other, Brandon was the first to pull out of my ass. Next, I pulled my dick out of Cory, who got on his knees and placed his face in my ass. He asked me to push Brandon's load out of my ass and that's what I did, feeding it to Cory. After doing so, I felt curious and I got to my own knees, asking Cory to return the favor and push my own load out into my mouth. We had a good friendly laugh after that and left the cruising ground, agreeing to keep this a secret. I hope I'm not breaking that pact by sharing this with you guys on the internet."

    With one hand still on my cummy cock, I turned the page and realized that the next page started with the title "Forest Fuck (Final Draft)." I skimmed through it and saw that it was the same story but with the names changed, and some sentences tweaked to sound better. This was probably the version that Henry published online. All throughout, he insisted that this story was true and it happened shortly after his 21st birthday. Could it be? In it, he described jerking off in his mother's and my bed, specifically mentioning my scent on the sheets. I went back to the beginning and reread some of the phrases. "My dad and I have been having some fun this summer…" What did that even mean? Did it mean we were playing ball together, or going camping? But why would he mention that in what was otherwise a sex story?

    "What the hell did Henry and I do that summer?" I pondered, doing my best to remember the summer of my son's 21st birthday.​