CHAPTER 3

STEPHEN:

    On my first Saturday as a 55-year-old, I woke up with a throbbing boner. I was alone in bed; my wife had a couple of open houses she was showing all day. With her unavailable, my thoughts went to my buddy and neighbor Neil O'Hara, which filled me with excitement and confusion all at the same time. What the hell were Neil and I were doing?! Not only was I sucking his cock these days, but I was also allowing him to roughhouse me, to call me names, to humiliate me… to dominate me. 

    Reaching for my phone, I looked up "sexual domination" in search for some answers. Some of the results on it – and the related topic of sexual submission – were very encyclopedic, others were flat-out pornographic. Both types of results got my cock throbbing even harder, and I knew I could spend all day in bed like this, jacking off and getting myself more and more worked up. But rather than do that, I wanted to TALK to someone about all this – and I knew just the right person.

    I typed my son Taylor's name, and waited as the phone rang five or six times. Finally, he answered the call by groggily saying,

    "Dad, I love you, but isn't 8 AM a little too early for a phone call? This better be an emergency."

    "Son, it's past 9," I corrected him, immediately feeling guilty for waking him up.

    "Not here in Minnesota," mumbled Taylor.

    "Oh, I didn't even know you were there."

    "Yeah, Owen and I came to visit, and we went to a party last night so we're still asleep," my elder son explained.

    "Okay. No, it's not an emergency, so we'll talk some other time. Say hi to Owen for me," I said, wishing my son and his husband a fun weekend in Minnesota.

    With Taylor asleep, I wondered if my other son might be available to talk. Now that he had two young kids, I doubt Rory got to sleep in, but just to be safe I texted him: "You up?"

    "Yup," he replied within seconds. "Home alone. Wanna come by for coffee?"

    "Perfect," I messaged back with a smile on my face. Having Rory only five houses up the street sure came in handy at times like this. I got out of bed naked, with my still-hard penis pointing the way to the bathroom, where I brushed my teeth and took a quick shower, after which I was finally flaccid enough to stuff my tool inside a pair of sweats and leave the house. By the time I'd walked to the end of the cul-de-sac, my son's front door was already unlocked and he was waiting for me in the kitchen, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and holding two cups of hot coffee.

    After the usual smalltalk of "How are you?/How are the kids?/The weather sure changed quickly this fall," I decided to ask Rory what I had in mind.

    "If I understand things correctly," I said delicately, "in Taylor and Owen's relationship… you brother used to be 'submissive' to Owen…" I used air quotes with the word.

    "Ha, yeah. That was about the time I moved in with them in New York," Rory said casually. "That was… interesting."

    "What exactly did that look like?" I inquired.

    "Well, Taylor was wearing a cock cage at the time," Rory explained. "They're always walking around naked so I saw it all the time. Not to mention that big old chain with a padlock around his neck. You've seen that too?"

    "Yeah, I remember the chain," I nodded. At the time I'd thought it was just a flamboyant fashion statement.

    "Well, my first reaction was to feel worried about Taylor," Rory admitted. "Like, I've always liked Owen, but I was concerned he might be abusing Taylor or something, making him wear that cage against his will, you know, manipulative shit like that. Taylor sensed my hesitation, which is why he sat me down on the very first day and explained their whole dom-sub dynamic to me, saying he's completely comfortable with it. In fact, he mentioned he was the one asking Owen to take things further and further."

    "So Taylor was submissive back then… but since then he's changed his mind?" I said.

    "A change of mind, a change of heart, or just a change in general. You'll have to ask him," Rory shrugged. "These things don't always have to be permanent."

    Until now, Rory had been gracious enough to answer my questions openly, so I felt like I owed him an explanation.

    "I'm asking all of this because…" I paused.

    "Because of what happened with Neil and you on your birthday?" Rory continued correctly.

    "Yes. And that wasn't the only time that's happened. So it's been unexpected for me, to have a man treat me that way and for me to… like it," I swallowed.

    Rory didn't respond to that immediately. Instead, my son sipped his coffee as he let my confession sink in. 

    "And is this something you want to continue exploring?" he asked me calmly.

    "Yes," I nodded, looking down and noticing the stirring in my son's boxers. From what I could tell, it looked like Rory was sporting a semi. Maybe it was just simple morning horniness. Or maybe… it had something to do with my confession.

    "So you want to explore your submissive side with Neil O'Hara?" Rory continued, letting his free hand land on his lap and give his cock a discreet tug. 

    "I couldn't do this with your mother, she'd never agree to it. But Neil… or other men…" I said slowly, unsure how to even finish that sentence.

    Luckily for me, my son decided to take over the reins. He placed his coffee cup down on the table, and reached with his right hand for the waistband of his boxers, pulling it down and tucking it under his nut sack.

    "So you like sucking cock, huh?" he asked with a dominant tone in his voice, which he didn't normally use with me.

    "Yes, Sir," I nodded. He scooted his chair back from the table, allowing me an even better view of his almost-fully-hard cock. And more importantly, there was now plenty of space right in front of my son. I looked across the table at Rory, and he slowly cocked his head downward, raising his eyebrows and clearly sending the message that I needed to be getting down on the floor. I complied just as wordlessly, maintaining eye contact with him nearly the entire time.

    Without giving myself a chance to even question what I was doing, I leaned my head forward and took my younger son's cock into my mouth. Rory's hand moved to the back of my head and I felt him push gently. I resisted, but only a little; just enough to get him to push a little harder. Soon, his fat cockhead was hitting the back of my throat, and with some additional pressure from my son, it slipped further down and I was taking all of him.

    "Mmm, fuck yeah, Dad," Rory moaned softly, running his fingers through my hair as he mashed my face into his groin. "Take it all, you cocksucker."
   I felt him tug on my hair, now pulling my head back and sliding some of his shaft out again. Just as I felt the flare of his dickhead start to brush against the back of my tongue, he shoved his whole cock down my throat again. I'd barely had time to breathe and had to work hard to suppress a gag. I was only partly successful, and it really felt like Rory's cock was throbbing as my neck muscles clenched around it.

    He kept hold of my hair and did that move a few more times, almost pulling all the way out and then slamming back in. I got used to it quickly and felt my own hard-on pulsing in my sweats. Fuck, this was intense, and it was really doing it for me! I closed my eyes and started to relax a little more, losing myself in the repetitive motions. That's when I felt a slap across my face.

    "Don't get lazy now, you slut," Rory said. I could still feel my cheek stinging from his hand. I looked up at him, most of his cock still filling my mouth and throat, and his face was a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. This was still a little new for him... or at least for the two of us. Neil had taken charge on my birthday when it was the three of us, but I knew Rory was now paying close attention to how I was reacting and what I was willing to take. I found myself hoping he would push himself a little, pushing me in the process.

    "Lemme see that cockhole you call a mouth," he said firmly, and pulled harder on my hair, withdrawing his entire shaft and allowing me to gasp for a few precious breaths. He had my head tilted back and my mouth wide open. I was looking up at him with anticipation, and he just cocked his head and gave a confident smile. Then, all of a sudden, Rory spit into my open mouth.

    I was shocked at first, but my son's intense stare kept me from reacting in any way but total compliance. At that moment, I would have let him do anything he wanted. I didn't know what was coming next… and it was such a fucking rush.

    Suddenly, I heard a phone vibrating on the table, and the sound caused Rory to break our eye contact and glance to see who was calling. When my son smiled and reached across to where I'd been sitting, I had a pretty good idea of who was calling me.

    "Hey, big brother," Rory said, obviously answering the call. He also must have put the audio on speaker since I heard Taylor's voice clearly in response.

    "Oh, hey Rory. Why are you answering Dad's phone? Is he there?"

    "Dad's, uh..." Rory began, and then suddenly his cock was back down my throat. This time I couldn't help but let out a wet gagging sound as I struggled to accommodate the sudden invasion. I'm sure it only added to the soundscape Taylor was overhearing. "Dad can't talk right now, his mouth is... currently occupied."

    "Oh shit," I heard my older son reply, and I could tell he was very interested to know more about what was going on. "Can we switch to video?"

    I sensed that Rory was tapping the screen, and then I could see him holding up the phone, the selfie camera on so that I could see Taylor as he took in the scene on display for him.

    "Daaamn, Dad," my firstborn son said with a grin. "Taking Rory balls-deep like that... that looks so fucking hot. You've really leveled up since I saw you last. Guess it's been nice having that cock just a few doors down, huh?"
   I nodded as best I could, though Rory's other hand was still holding my head pretty still as his cock pulsed inside my tight throat.

    "You should have seen him with Neil, man," Rory said, sounding almost wistful. "Dad's turning into a legit sub slut. Oh fuuuuuck, dude... you gotta try this soon," my son groaned, throwing his head back as he enjoyed the service he was receiving.

    "Man, I'm jerking my dick so hard right now just watching this," Taylor admitted, and one glance at the screen showed me everything. My elder son was holding the phone high above himself and I could see his naked body, with his fist a blur moving up and down his hard dick. I could just make out Owen's broad back next to him in the bed. My son-in-law must still be asleep, and I felt a twinge of regret that he wasn't also seeing my mouth get used and abused by Rory.

    "Fuck, Dad... ugh, I'm gonna blow soon," Rory muttered in a low growl. "Can't believe you're here right now on my floor sucking me off while I have my morning coffee... fuck. I could get used to this."

    I looked my son in the eye again, eager to get his load, and proud of myself for making him feel so good. After all, ain't that what dads are supposed to do?

    "I'm gonna cum too, Dad," Taylor said over the speaker, and I could see the intensity on his face. "I wish my cock could be there right beside Rory's." The thought of servicing both my sons together was very appealing, and that was the image that was in my mind when I felt the first spurt of Rory's cum shoot straight down into my stomach.

    As my younger son busted his nut down my gullet, I could hear his older brother moaning and cursing as he shot his load, a thousand miles away. I found that I was already craving the idea of swallowing both my sons' loads, one after the other. I hadn't even had a chance to suck Taylor's cock yet, and that needed to change as soon as possible.

    My firstborn was obviously thinking the same thing. I heard him sigh deeply and caught his face returning to the screen in Rory's hand, visible to me as I continued to nurse on the cock filling my mouth.

    "I need to plan a trip to Stag Meadow Lane," Taylor declared in an eager tone.​​