I decided to come home from work a little early. Ever since my 18 year old son Jon had called and said he wanted to leave his mother's house and move in with me for the summer I had tried to come home about 5. He was usually out by the pool, and we had a little time to get to know each other better.
Jon's mother and I had divorced years earlier and while I spent some with him over the years, his mother made sure it wasn't much time. He had grown into a fine looking young man and had been Prom King with his girl friend as Queen. He said he wanted to live with me for awhile and then get an apartment before starting college in the fall.
I got home and went upstairs to change from my suit into some shorts and a shirt and came down. As I got to the sliding glass door out onto the deck and stopped short.
I could see Jon and his friend Lars naked on a blanket next to the pool. They were locked in a deep kiss. On the table beside them I could see a couple of beer cans, a small pipe, a plastic bag, a tube of lub and some condoms. It was something I had really not expected.
I watched as Jon moved down, sucking Lars beautiful nipples and moving to his growing cock. I wondered at first if this was just something they were trying, but when Jon smiled at Lars and then took all of Lar's 8 or more inches deep into his mouth I knew they had been doing this before.
It was truly like watching a live porn movie. Their moves were slow and graceful and they were obviously loving every moment. As they began to 69 it was on their sides with each one sucking cock and balls with relish.
Lars moved begin to eat Jon's ass and I could hear the moans of pleasure from my beautiful son. Lars' tongue was soon replaced by his fingers and then by his dick, encased in the condom and covered with lub. As Lars entered Jon it was with ease. It had been a long time since Jon was a virgin. It was a beautiful fuck, slow and careful at first and then with an increasingly rapid set of thrusts.
Jon's crys of "Fuck me, fuck me, harder, harder" were truly erotic and so powerful.
I could see they were getting close to cumming so I went and got a six pack of beer from the frig and waited until just the right moment. Lars obviously came deep inside Jon's ass and Jon began to pump himself to climax. I waited until I saw the ocean of white erupt from his dick and opened the door and walked out.
Jon saw me with obvious horror. I just walked over to him, drew my middle finger through his cum, put it in my mouth, and savored it. I simply said, "After all of that, you two need at least a beer. And Jon, you taste really good."
Jon said, "Dad, I was going to tell you that I'm gay and have a boyfriend, but it was never the right moment, I hope you ........." I stopped him by saying, "And I was going to tell you that I am gay. That is the reason your mom and I broke up. You two are great, and by God you both know how to suck and fuck. Well done." I pointed to the bulge in my shorts and said, "You obviously turned me on."
We all moved to chairs and began to talk. When I asked they said they had been lovers for months and that is why Jon wanted to move out from his mom, and why he wanted an apartment.
I told them that I had known I was gay in college and had a college boyfriend, Brad, But when I experimented with girls I had knocked up Jon's mother, and married her. But it never worked because I always had guys on the side. I had a boyfriend now, but he had agreed not to come over when Jon moved in.
Looking at the pipe and bag I laughed and said that in college, Brad and I would always smoke some pot before sex. Maybe that was something Jon had inherited from me, but that I hadn't smoked pot for many years.
Lars reached over, filled the pipe, lit it and handed it to me. "Maybe it's time to try it again." I took a hit and wow. "This is powerful stuff." They laughed.
"We get it from my cousin, the cop. He supplies us with only the best. In exchange we give him and some cop friends blow jobs. He says there are some things his girl friend is just not good at."
Lars then looked at me and said, "You know, if we gave you that hardon, it is probably our responsibility to do something about it." With that he reached over and undid my belt, pulled down my shorts and took out my dick. It was already hard but knowing what was coming made it grow even more.
Jon moved quickly to grasp it. "Dad, I had no idea you were gay, but I have fanticized about you for years, and jacked off thinking about you. God, now I am going to do it." With that he took me deep into his mouth. He was great.
Between them they gave me an incredible blow job, with Jon insisting that I cum in his mouth, and I did.
We decided that there was no need for Jon to get an apartment, that Lars could move in with us. We then moved into the pool, cleaned up and Lars went home,
That night, as I got ready for bed, Jon came in, naked, simply walked over to me, kissed me and said, "Fuck me, Dad. Fuck me."
It was a wonderful night, with both of us fucking each other, and sleeping together. When Lars moved in, and when my boyfriend comes over, we have have some great threesomes and foursomes. We are working on a plan for bringing Lars' cop cousin and his friends over, and getting them to move from just getting blow jobs to fucking Jon and Lars, and maybe more.
Jon is a truly great son.
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