Just You and Me – Marcus Rivers & Tucker Barrett
When you look back on your life, it is often possible to identify certain specific moments when your course was indelibly altered.
You rarely understand the meaning of a moment while it’s happening… And that’s exactly what happened to me last Saturday night…
My neighbor Mr. Bonds, he’s a nice guy. We’re about the same age and have a lot in common, especially the fact that he likes guys too. I can’t tell you how relieved I was when I discovered this particular fact, largely because I didn’t want to face a series of disapproving and disapproving looks every time I brought a guy home.
The other day, he invited me to a threesome with a particularly sexy guy I’ve seen him with on several occasions. I was surprised when he revealed that the boy was actually his nephew, Myott!
It took a while for that particular information to filter through. My brain instantly started producing all sorts of crazy thoughts. I couldn’t tell if the idea was really hot or just plain weird, but seeing them together instantly put the whole thing firmly in the “super sexy” category.
Myott certainly was amazing in bed. In fact, I invited him to mine the next night for a face-to-face date!
Now, this is the moment where I see myself as a really bad parent…
My son Marcus comes to stay with me quite regularly. He has his own key. He lets himself in. Everything is fine. Sure, he’s been known to pop in while I’m in the midst of “entertaining,” but luckily he’s never caught me in the act. I always make sure my bedroom door is securely closed, and he knows when the door is closed, I shouldn’t be disturbed.
I don’t know why I forgot to close the door with Myott on Saturday night. It was probably because I was so excited that my head wouldn’t allow me to think logically. Myott’s lips were very tight around my cock as Marcus entered.
It all went into a kind of slow motion when I heard his footsteps coming up the stairs. In retrospect, I realize I should have thrown Myott off me immediately and made a dash for the bedroom door, but the moment felt so intense. I didn’t want it to stop and somehow managed to convince myself that Marcus would be downstairs watching TV or something.
Of course, this was not the case.
Marcus looked quite shocked when he realized what was happening.
The poor guy stood in the hallway with a frozen look of panic on his face. It was almost as if he was trying to look away, but somehow he couldn’t…
And then something bizarre happened. We made eye contact.
And in that moment, a line was instantly crossed.
I allowed Myott to continue doing what he was doing. Poor boy never knew he was being watched… But, I don’t know, the experience of seeing Marcus watching was probably the most profound thing that ever happened to me.
When he pulled his solid cock out of his pants and started pushing it, my head was officially blown! Nothing about what was happening was appropriate or justifiable, but it did. I fucked Myott really hard and fucked deep inside his tight ass, looking into my own son’s face.
It took me a while to work up the courage to talk to Marcus about what had happened. I felt embarrassed, embarrassed and nervous… But I still found myself thinking about it all the time, remembering what it was like to have my balls stuck in a hole while looking at my little boy. Almost like I’m having sex with him! The thought did something wild to me. And that made me hard again…
The next morning I found Marcus sitting on his bed and I decided it was time to talk about the elephant in the room. I sat next to him and blurted out something like; “That was weird, right?” And he said, “a little.”
He was never of more words than was absolutely necessary! What was probably a little more bizarre was that as I glowed red with embarrassment, trying to put my feelings into words, he started absently playing with his cock! It instantly made my head spin.
I did not know what to do. It was clear the boy was rock hard in his skimpy panties and I could feel my cock starting to throb in direct response. Maybe he was thinking about it as much as I was!
I put my arm around him protectively, repeating a mantra in my head that said “step back…be a father…” Memories of important times in our lives together flashed through my head, but my brain kept taking me back to the memory of he stood in my bedroom doorway, thrusting his big, thick cock – looking at me with his beautiful, innocent eyes.
I ran my hand up and down his chest. I was trying to
ankylize him in a fatherly gesture, but his body felt so good…
… And then it happened. We kissed. It was instantly sexual. There was no doubt about it in any of our heads. I kept trying to push away. “Stand back… be a father… back off…” But it didn’t help, I needed more. The line had been crossed. He had already been crossed before I even entered the room. Everything was already different and new… But man, my son knew how to kiss!
I suppose he was working entirely on instinct. We’ve always been completely open with each other and I know he kissed a few girls and didn’t do anything else, but there we were, in his bed, kissing like lovers.
He was, to be fair, shaking like a leaf, but his complete inexperience certainly wasn’t showing any other way. I took the lead and kissed his body. And soon we were shirtless and he was running his soft fingers through the hair on my chest.
Everything felt so unexpectedly natural. As if all the rules and what not to do were gone and we were just two guys, exploring each other, loving each other…
He started to unbutton my jeans, and for a final moment, I actually thought about backing off, but I looked at him, running his hungrily tongue over the bulge of my boxers and knew we needed to keep going…
Should a father consider taking his son’s virginity? Surely the idea alone should be totally off-limits, but when he started pulling my shorts down, I couldn’t think of anything else.
My cock was rock hard as he started stroking it with his mouth. He was soon sucking on me in a way that completely surprised me. I kept wanting to ask where he’d learned those skills—but simultaneously I knew he hadn’t been with anyone in the flesh. Nothing made sense, so I just gave in to the moment and allowed the waves of extreme sexual lust to crash through every inch of my body.
I quickly pulled his boxers down. His soft, smooth ass was more attractive than any I’d ever seen. Part of me couldn’t be more proud! That was my boy. My beautiful boy. Next thing I knew, my tongue was lodged deep in his hole and he was moaning like I had never heard him before!
The more I ate it, the more I wanted it, and the more taking it began to feel like my duty. I know it sounds totally confusing, but I wanted to be his first. I wanted to show him how amazing it could be. To make you special and memorable. But also for him to know that I would always be there for him. And that something as powerful and important as that could be shared with someone who loves and cares for him.
I dug my fingers into him, oiling him gently, slowly preparing him for the moment he would never forget.
He muttered that he wanted more, and I didn’t need to be asked twice. I dragged him to the end of the bed, got behind him, lined up my dick with his ridiculously tight hole, and went for it.
The feeling of my son’s cherry popping was more intense than I could have ever anticipated. He instantly started screaming and every fiber of my being started telling me to get out. The one thing you never dream of doing is hurting your child, but I noticed the screaming was stopping and he was relaxing into the experience.
So he told me not to stop. And suddenly I was sticking my big cock in and out of him like crazy. My balls were instantly begging to explode and I pushed him down on the bed so I could get deep inside.
I kept telling myself not to go full throttle despite wanting to fuck him. I could feel my strokes getting faster and harder and pulling before I came too fast.
I lay on the bed so he could have more control of the situation and he adapted very well to that position. We even started kissing. And from that moment on, everything felt so natural and right. I pushed his legs far apart and fucked him deep into his tiny belly with long, crushing strokes. He kept telling me not to stop, but I wouldn’t be able to if I tried.
I pushed him to the side and mounted him like this from behind as he pushed his cock faster and faster… and then, just like that, he exploded. I looked at his cock as huge ribbons of semen flew from him.
His ass muscles throbbed in unison, squeezing my cock and making me desperate to come, but I pulled. I don’t know what made me take a step back like that. I think it was important not to rush to shoot my boy inside. That’s another thing… and we have all the time in the world to get there.
