Date: Sat, 26 Feb 2022 14:57:42 -0800 From: Jay Spear Subject: 51 And One - Part 1 My stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults. This story deals with relationships among male family members. If that fantasy bothers you, stop reading. If you like this story, check out my Patreon! Lots more content there: patreon.com/jayspearstories The Nifty Archive has been a fantastic resource to all of us! Please consider supporting them with a donation: https://donate.nifty.org/. 51 And One - Part 1 By Jay Spear It was great to have my son staying with me this summer. I was touched that he had requested it. For years he lived with his mother and I'd only get to see him every other weekend, or maybe a couple weeks out of the summer. But this summer, his last before college, he wanted to be with me. It was good to have the social time together, but it also meant I was taking the lead on parenting matters, several of which were newer to me. Things my ex-wife usually handled. Like medical bills and insurance statements. "Danny. Hey, kid. Can we talk for a minute?" "Sure, Dad, what's up?" "I was going over the insurance statement and I noted there's a new and really expensive medicine on the plan. My doc and I haven't changed anything for me in quite a while, so either it's a mistake or something of yours. Is everything OK?" "Yeah, Dad, it's probably mine. And everything is OK." "Well that's good, glad to know. Your health is the most important thing. But what is it? Is there something you're not telling me?" "No. I mean, I'm not keeping it from you, but I'm not rushing to talk with you about it either. It's kind about sex. I mean sexual health. And we all have things we keep private, right? I know you do." It's true. I suppose I kept some mystery in my life after the divorce. I wanted Dan and I to stay close, but I also didn't want everything getting back to his mother. "You're right, Danny. Privacy is important. And I respect yours. You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to. But I'd like for us to be open with each other, if we can. About whatever." "Thanks, Dad." "You're my son, and I worry sometimes. It's a Dad's job to worry. You'll see that for yourself with your own kids someday--I mean, if you have kids. You don't have to have kids. I know your life might be very different than mine has been." He laughed. "Stop while you're ahead, Dad." "OK, OK, I know. Sometimes it's hard to talk about things. I'm probably part of that problem. Maybe I've held back too much from you. But I'd like it if we can trust each other. Be open about things, while still making room for each other's privacy." "I mean, that's a nice thought and all, but I don't see you as the most forthcoming guy either, Dad. No offense." "Huh. I suppose that's fair. I'm sorry, how can I fix it? What do you want to know?" "Well, OK. I want to know about the divorce. Why things fell apart between you and Mom. Whenever I've asked, you clam up. She clams up. No one talks about it. You guys were in love for 15 years and then suddenly you don't talk to each other? And no one will talk to me about it?" "I'm sorry, sport," I sighed. "You're right. We've been cagey about it with you." My boy just looked at me with soft, imploring eyes. "OK, I'll talk about it. And let's both try to trust each other. Deal?" "Deal." "OK then. Your mom and I did love each other. A great deal. But I...I betrayed her trust. I fucked around with another woman--a couple of women actually. And she found out about it." "A couple of women?" "Well, yeah. Look, I'm not proud of cheating. But it was probably inevitable. I have a huge sex drive. Always have. And sex with your mom, well, it was OK. But our sex life was very...basic. I needed more. I always have." I took a breath. "Sorry, is this weirding you out?" "No! Not at all, actually. I'm glad you're being open about it--it actually explains a lot. Some of the things she used to say to me." "Like what?" "Oh, stuff like `love is not a perfect fit'--there are things that some people need and other people don't. She said the two of you were working on it." "We did! We tried lots of things. And at the beginning, your mom seemed to really enjoy our sex life. But it cooled off. Well, I'd say it cooled. She tried to say that she had just gone from honeymoon sex to normal sex while I still wanted fireworks-on-the-beach-in-Hawaii kind of excitement. But whatever. No matter how you try to describe it, it was a sexual mismatch." "Couldn't you, I dunno, see a counselor or sex therapist or something?" I sighed. "We did, Dan. We did. We tried all the things. Writing down our fantasies. Playing with toys--sorry, is that too much? OK. Yeah, toys. Lingerie. We even tried adding another couple once. Just a fling to spice things up." "Wow! Another couple? Like you've been in bed with another guy?" "Well, yes, and his wife. That way there was someone new for each of us. To jazz things up." "What was that like?" "A little funny. A little awkward. Kind of fun." "Did you just pair off with the other partner or were you all together?" "All together." "Jesus, Dad. I didn't know you've been with a guy." "That's what you're focusing on here?" "Sorry. Yes. I mean, the sex drive part is not surprising--I've heard you and your girlfriends through the wall more than once. But I thought you were as straight as they come." "I am. But all straight guys fool around a little, right? I used to jack off with a friend when we were both learning how. And in college there was a guy on my floor, a gay guy, who was famous for his blowjobs. If you struck on out on a weekend night and your girl wouldn't put out, you could knock on his door and he would usually be there and blow you. So yeah, a couple times." "Jesus. Wow." "So that's what happened with me and your mom. My dick got the best of me." "Sounds like your dick just needed more." I laughed. "You could could say that. Anyway, I'm sorry it didn't work out with your mom, but now you know. High sex drive. Fooled around. Classic middle-aged dad stuff." "And a foursome! OK then. I'd say you've been pretty fucking open with me. Thanks, Dad." "Yep." "All right. My turn. So that medicine, I'm taking. It's called Truvada. It prevents HIV infection--over 99.9% reliable. So I can be practically assured that I won't get it." "Well that's a good thing. I mean, HIV is something you don't want to mess around with. But why do you need the medicine if you're being safe? You are being safe, right? Using condoms and all that?" "This is another way of being safe. Besides, I don't really like condoms." "No one likes condoms. But we wear them when need to, to keep a girl from getting pregnant or I guess some guy giving you the clap." "I know, I get it. But I don't want to use condoms. They get in the way of what I really like." "They make really thin ones now, buddy, that will give you all the sensation--" "It's not that, Dad." "Then what is it?" "Cum, Dad. I like the cum." "What? You can still cum in a condom." "No, I mean like I really like it. Like I'm crazy for the stuff. I can't get off until I'm tasting a load going down my throat or I can feel it coating the walls of my ass." "Oh." "Too much? Sorry, but you asked." "No, it's OK. I'm just processing this." So my boy liked cum. Took it inside of him. I guess that made sense, but I had never really thought too much about what he did in bed. But now I was. Thinking about it. Was it troubling, though? Maybe so. I mean, my heart was pounding. "So, Dan, thanks for telling me. I get it. I mean, I don't get the specifics, but I get the idea. Sex can be messy and sometimes that's the best part. But even so, I want you to stay healthy. Maybe this pill will prevent HIV, but before you stop using condoms you need to think about the other stuff. Gonorhea, chlamidya, whatever. If you start this pill, will you promise me to use condoms when you have sex, at least until you're in a relationship with someone and you both can test for all that stuff." He sighed. "Dad, I can't make that promise." "Why not." "First, because I'm already on the pill. Have been for most of the month. Second, I've been taking it raw for over a year now. No problems." "That doesn't mean you won't have problems, Dan. Kids your age pick up and pass around all kinds of junk--" "That's not my risk." "What does that mean?" "I'm not screwing around with a bunch of germy kids. My partners aren't risky like that." "I don't care how mature they pretend to be, teens and even guys in their 20s are notoriously the biggest risk for STDs." "Those aren't my partners, Dad." "Who are you having sex with, then? How do you know they're not putting you at risk?" "I know." "How?" "Because I know them and their situations. They are not looking for trouble. None of them. Take Doug, for example. He's married, a family guy. He needs some kind of release on the side, but he doesn't want to fuck up his marriage and lose Susan and the kids." "Susan and the kids?? Are you talking about Doug Jenkins? Our neighbor??" "Yeah." "But Dan, he's 45. and married." "And hot." "But how did that happen? What do you even have in common?" "Dad, I'm not dating the guy, just getting fucked by him. And his age is not the problem. Frankly, it's the attraction. All my partners are older like that." "All your partners? There's more?" "Open mind, Dad. Remember?" "OK, you're right. Go on." "Yeah there are a handful of guys I meet up with right now. I mean separately, of course." "How many?" "Probably eight, maybe ten. For regular meetups." "And beyond that? Like how many guys have you been with?" "Let me see, probably, I dunno. Probably had like 40 or 50 fucking me in the past year. "50! Jesus, Dan, I had no idea. All of them fucking you?" "Yeah, pretty much. I've tried topping, but I like so much better the feeling of a guy being inside me." "That's not what I meant. I mean, I wasn't asking if they were literally sticking their dicks into my son." "Sorry, I thought we we being open here. I can leave out the details if you prefer." "No, it's fine. I just never really thought about it before." But I was thinking about it now. I had long understood my boy was gay and that would mean he would have gay sex. But I never imagined how it would unfold, what positions he would prefer, what kind of guys. But I was now. He definitely had me thinking about it now. "Look, I'm just a little surprised, that's all. 50 guys...older guys...our neighbor! I'm adjusting to the news. But it's fine to tell me. Openness between us, remember? So go on. Why older guys?" "I dunno, Dad. Why not? We all like what we like. I mean, I see the kids at school and they're just kids. They look and feel just the same as me. It's not like your dick gets hard from looking in the mirror, you know? But when I see, like, some middle-aged dad at Costco--some family man, towing a wife and three kids, buying lawn supplies and just looking so hot--all of that makes my dick jump. I'd follow that guy around the store. Imagine blowing him in a bathroom stall before he drives his brood home. I get hard for a guy with responsibility. I want to tap into his experience. All of that is sexy to me." "Huh. I don't really get it, Dan. But maybe that's because my head turns when some cute young thing is making eyes at me." "Like Sandra," he laughed. "And Linda, and Jane and Kelli before that. You got a younger model after leaving Mom and you trade her in for a newer one every year." I chuckled as well. "Touché, buddy. I guess I do. It's not that different. Just the opposite direction." "Exactly." "But how did this all happen? Like with Doug, for example." "With Doug?" Dan leaned back and a little smile took over his face. "He's a really great guy, Dad." "I know that. He's a good friend. But how did it happen between the two of you?" "Well, I've always thought he was hot. Even way back when I began mowing his lawn. I mean he's handsome, ex-military, still in decent shape. Intense eyes. 5-o-clock shadow that you know will scrape up your face when you touch it." He shifted his legs and continued. "I used to mow his lawn and the come home and jack off right afterward. He was my fantasy when I was growing up." "That long? But surely you didn't--" "No, not until last year. I had turned 18 and he and Mrs. Jenkins had just had baby number 4. It was a stressful time--his career was always demanding, he had a houseful of kids, and Mrs. Jenkins was busy with an infant and not really able to keep up with him." "Sexually." "Yeah. That was probably my lucky break. I mean, the guy is pretty damn straight. Never been with a guy before me. But he loves fucking me now, and has gotten really comfortable with it. But at the start--" "How did it start?" Now it was my turn to shift my legs. Needed to loosen things up down there. "Like I said, I could see he needed it, needed something. I went over one Sunday when the wife and kids were at church, ostensibly to collect for the yard work I had been doing. I knew he'd be inside jacking off. I had seen this happen before when I came over to mow. It's his only alone time for the week, I think. Anyway. He came to the door when I rang, kinda flushed and frazzled, dick still half hard, swinging free in some hastily pulled on shorts. And I just went for it. Grabbed his cock and gave a squeeze. It throbbed in response and I knew I had him." "Shit, Dan. And then he fucked you?" I felt my own dick throb in my pants as I said it. "Oh no, not that time. We had to work up to it. He was new at this. That first time I just started working his cock, taking over the handjob he had been giving himself. He's got a nice, thick cock, Dad. The kind that really feels good in the hand, you know?" Dan absentmindedly squeezed his own cock for emphasis while he said this. He seemed to be getting hard from telling the story. And if I was being honest, he was getting me hard too. Sex talk is sexy, no matter who's involved. I shifted in my seat to keep everything under control. Dan continued, "While I stroked him I told him that I understood his challenge: that he didn't really have an outlet and that I could help. He got worked up pretty quickly, so when he got close I sank to my knees and took him into my mouth. He shot off right away. Tasted like coffee and bacon and pineapple." He laughed. "I always know what he's had for breakfast." "You can really taste that in his cum?" "Yeah, Dad. Cum is so fucking amazing like that. Bet yours is all beef and bourbon. But anyway, that's how it started with Doug. Just a simply handy and swallowing his load that time. But I had him fucking me pretty soon after." "Yeah?" I think my breath was a little short. "How did you manage that?" "Since he's pretty much a straight guy, I knew I'd have to lead him to it that first time. I mean not now--now the guy pursues me like a heat-seeking missile, always wanting to nail me and get a load into me. But then, that first time, I knew I'd have to take the lead. So I lubed up before I went over. Silicone lube and I worked four fingers up inside me, to loosen my hole and get it all slick up in there. And then I went over for what had become Doug's near-daily blowjob. I worked his shaft until it was nice and hard, then dropped my pants and turned my back to him. I put my hands on the wall and wiggled my butt back against his sloppy, wet cock, playing with it and making it slip in and out of my butt cheeks. From there, instinct just took over. He pushed and thrusted, and I think he was surprised when it just popped in. But he knew what to do. Long, deep strokes, Dad. He grabbed my hips and thrusted, rode me really hard. He got so flustered so fast that he grabbed my hair, pulling my head back and yelling out a loud `Fuck' as he unloaded." "Inside you?" "Yeah." "No condom?" "Hell no. That would be missing the best part." "Wow," was all I could manage for a few minutes. Then finally, "I see why you need the pill then." "Thanks, Dad. I'm glad you understand. Kind of awkward to talk about this with your own Dad, but actually I'm really glad we did." "Me too, son." And I was glad. Certainly glad that my boy confided in me and that he was addressing his health and safety. It couldn't be good to be fucking that many guys without any kind of protection. The pill would help, at least with some things. But if I was being honest with myself, I was also glad he confided in me for another reason, one I could barely articulate. There had always been a formality between us, a sense of propriety, that was now being relaxed so we could really connect. My boy and me were starting to understand each other as actual people, as sexual beings, which was refreshing. And invigorating. And uncomfortably tight in my pants. I appreciated the trust and closeness between us, but that fucking story about him getting fucked had gotten me unexpectedly hard. "Damn! All this sex talk has given me a huge case of blue balls," I said. "Huh. That hasn't happened in forever." "Me too, Dad. I could--never mind." "Could what?" "Um, could, just really stand to go take care of this. If you'll excuse me." "Sure, son. Whatever you need." He was gone and I was left my thoughts. And a half-hard dick and my aching balls. A few minutes later, I went up upstairs myself. Dan's light was already out in the room next to ours. Sandra had left a light on for me but she was already in bed. I crawled in and pressed my body to hers. "Hey, baby," she whispered. "You coming to bed now?" I grunted and pushed up against her. She moved her body to meet mine. We fell right into it, as we had so many times, except that this time felt different. Sandra was right in front of me but it was Dan's confessions that filled my mind. All that talk about cocks and cum and Doug Jenkins plowing his load into my boy. I was fast and rough and Sandra moaned loudly. We flipped over and she banged the bed post. We were making a lot of noise, more than usual, but I didn't care. I needed her now and there was no one to hear except Dan. Who I maybe wanted to hear. After a night discussing men having sex with each other, I wanted to demonstrate my love for women. Beautiful women like Sandra, pinned underneath me. Could Doug do anything like that with Dan? Pick up a guy as big and muscled as my son? Flip him over like I had done to get Sandra under me? It didn't take long before she was crying out and I was unloading. Sandra and I fell back against the bed, sweaty and exhausted and satisfied. In the newfound silence after cumming, I swear I heard a moan and thump from the room next door, but now there was only silence. I smirked. That boy. I fell into a deep sleep. End Part 1