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Just You and Me – Marcus Rivers & Tucker Barrett

When you look back on your life, it’s often possible to pinpoint certain specific moments when its course was altered indelibly.

You rarely understand the significance of a moment while it’s happening… but then there are those experiences which are so utterly mind-blowing, you just know, there and then, that nothing in your life will ever be the same again. And this is just what happened to me last Saturday night…

My neighbor, Mr. Bonds, is a good guy. We’re about the same age and we have a lot in common, most notably the fact that he’s into guys as well. I can’t tell you how relieved I was when I discovered that particular fact, largely because I didn’t want to face a slew of curtain-twitching and disapproving looks every time I brought a guy home.

The other day, he invited me over for a three-way with a particularly sexy young guy I’d seen him with on numerous occasions. I was astounded when he revealed that the boy was actually his nephew, Myott!

It took a while for that particular piece of information to filter in. My brain instantly started producing all kinds 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 into the category of “super sexy.”

Myott was certainly pretty awesome in bed. In fact, I invited him over to mine the following evening for a one-on-one encounter!

Now, this is the moment when I come across like a really bad dad…

My son, Marcus, comes to stay with me fairly regularly. He has his own key. He lets himself in. It’s all cool. Of course, he has been known to show up while I’m in the middle of “entertaining,” but rather fortunately he’s never caught me red-handed. I always make sure my bedroom door is firmly closed, and he knows when the door’s shut, I’m not to be disturbed.

I don’t know why I forgot to close the door with Myott last Saturday night. It was probably because I was so turned on that my head wasn’t allowing me to think logically. Myott’s lips were wrapped very firmly around my dick when Marcus let himself in.

Everything went into a sort of slow motion as I heard his footsteps coming up the stairs. In retrospect, I realize I should have thrown Myott off me immediately, and made a dash to close the bedroom door, but the moment just felt so intense. I didn’t want it to stop and I somehow managed to convince myself that Marcus would stay downstairs and watch TV or something.

Of course, this wasn’t the case.

Marcus looked pretty shocked when he realized what was going on.

Poor guy just stood in the hallway with a frozen look of panic on his face. It was almost like he was trying to look away, but somehow couldn’t…

And then something bizarre happened. We made eye contact.

And, at that moment, a line was instantly crossed.

I allowed Myott to continue to do what he was doing. Poor boy never once knew he was being watched… But, I dunno, the experience of seeing Marcus watching was probably the most profound thing which has ever happened to me.

When he pulled his solid dick out of his pants and started to jerk it, my head was officially blown! Nothing about what was happening was appropriate or justifiable, but it happened. I fucked Myott real hard and nutted deep inside his tight little ass, looking into the face of my own son.

It took me a while to pluck up the courage to talk to Marcus about what had happened. I felt ashamed, embarrassed, and nervous… But I still found myself thinking about it all the time, remembering how it felt to be balls deep in a hole while looking at my boy. Almost as if I were fucking him! The thought did something wild for me. And it got me hard all over again…

The next morning, I found Marcus sitting on his bed and decided the time had come to talk about the elephant in the room. I sat myself down next to him and blurted out something along the lines of; “that was weird, right?” And he said, “a little.”

He’s never been one for more words than 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 absentmindedly playing with his dick! It instantly made my head spin.

I didn’t know what to do. It was clear the boy was hard as a rock in his skimpy underpants and I could feel my cock beginning 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 which said “back off… be a dad…” Memories of key moments in our life together flashed through my head, but my brain kept taking me back to the memory of him standing in my bedroom door, jerking his big, thick dick – staring at me with his beautiful, innocent eyes.

I ran my hand up and down his chest. I was trying to reassure him in a paternal-like gesture, but his body felt so good…

…And then it just happened. We kissed. It was instantly sexual. There was no doubt about it in either of our heads. I kept trying to pull away. “Back off… be a dad… back off…” But it was no good, I needed more. The line had been crossed. It had been crossed even before I walked in the room. Everything was already different and new… But boy did my son know how to kiss!

I assume he was working entirely on instinct. We’ve always been completely open with each other and I know he’s kissed a few girls and done nothing more, but there we were, on his bed, making out like lovers.

He was, in fairness, shaking like a leaf, but his complete inexperience was certainly not showing in any other way. I took the lead and kissed down his body. And soon we were shirtless and he was running his soft fingers through the hairs on my chest.

Everything felt so unexpectedly natural. Like all the rules and don’ts went away and we were just two guys, exploring each other, loving each other…

He started to unbutton my jeans, and for one final moment, I genuinely thought about retreating, but I looked down at him, running his hungry tongue over the bulge in my boxers and knew we needed to keep going…

Is a father meant to contemplate taking his son’s virginity? Surely the idea alone should be entirely off limits, but when he started to pull my trunks down, I could think about nothing else.

My dick was rock hard as he started to nuzzle it with his mouth. He was soon sucking me in a way which entirely blew my mind. I kept wanting to ask where he’d learned these skills – but simultaneously knew that he’d been with no one in the flesh. Nothing made sense, so I just gave into the moment and allowed the waves of extreme sexual lust to crash through every inch of my body.

I hastily pulled his boxers down. His peachy, smooth, little ass was more enticing than any I think I’ve ever seen. Part of me couldn’t have felt any more proud! That was my boy. My beautiful boy. The next thing I knew, my tongue was lodged deep in his hole and he was moaning like I’d never heard before!

The more I ate him out, the more I wanted him, and the more taking him started to feel like my duty. I know it sounds utterly messed up, but I wanted to be his first. I wanted to show him how amazing it could be. To make it 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 this could be shared with someone who loves and cares for him.

I pushed fingers into him, gently lubing him up, slowly preparing him for the moment he’d never forget.

He murmured that he wanted more, and I didn’t need to be asked twice. I dragged him to the end of the bed, stood behind him, lined my dick up with his ludicrously tight hole and went for it.

The feeling of popping my boy’s cherry was more intense than I could ever have predicted. He instantly started yelping and every fiber of my being started telling me to pull out. The one thing you never dream of doing is hurting your boy, but I realized the cries were stalling and he was relaxing into the experience.

Then he told me not to stop. And suddenly I was driving my big dick in and out of him like crazy. My nuts were instantly begging to explode and I pushed him right down onto the bed so I could get in real deep.

I kept telling myself not to go full tilt despite wanting to fuck the living daylights out of him. I could feel my strokes getting faster and harder and pulled out before I came too quickly.

I lay on the bed so that he could have more control of the situation and he took to that position really well. We even started to kiss. And, from that moment on, everything felt so natural and right. I pushed his legs real wide apart and fucked deep into his tiny belly with long, grinding strokes. He kept telling me not to stop, but I wouldn’t have been able to if I tried.

I pushed him onto his side and rode him like that from behind as he jerked his boy dick faster and faster… and then, just like that, he exploded. I looked down at his dick as huge ribbons of semen flew out of it.

The muscles in his ass throbbed in unison, squeezing my dick and made me desperate to cum, but I pulled out. I don’t know what made me take a step back like that. I guess it felt important not to rush into shooting inside my boy. That’s a whole other thing… and we have all the time in the world to get there…

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