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Subject: Moving in with my Son, Part 6 Moving in with my Son, Part 6. The week in LA was crazy, I really hit the ground running. Twelve hour days, three days in a row. I barely had time to eat or sleep, let alone reflect on the events of the week and weekend before with Jake and Kevin. My conscious mind didn’t have time, anyway. When I did sleep, I had some pretty intense sex dreams that were no doubt the result of the stuff that I had yet to truly process. Like most dreams, the details vanished soon after waking, but I retained flashes of them. Most involved either Jake or Kevin in some manner. Sometimes both. Sometimes with a woman there, sometimes not. Two mornings of my stay, I woke up in the hotel bed finding I had shot a load in my sleep. I hadn’t had a wet dream since my 20’s so this really surprised me, though from what I recalled of the dreams it made sense. Usually I had the impression that, in the dream, I’d been lured into something sexual, not actively participating at first but then slowly taken over by lust and desire, reaching some intense high point. In my brief idle moments during the busy week, I did wonder to myself about where my sex life was heading. While I had never felt 100% straight the way some guys seem to be, and wasn’t too hung up about labels, I had never been driven to pursue anything with men, even hookups or casual things. I suppose I didn’t count the jerkoff sessions with my college roommates as “gay” sex in any way. Only one of them was gay after all, and for me it just felt more like…guys bonding and just being guys. The occasional bits of contact, like the three-way that I had told Jake about that day in the park, were just part of being young and free and horny. Any kind of sex or eroticism made guys horny to some degree, right? Initially, the casual openness I had with Jake and Kevin had felt the same way. Hanging out in underwear or nude at the apartment. Not hiding the fact that we got hard now and then, or watched porn, or jerked off, or had sex in our bedrooms (or occasionally in the living room late at night). But I had to admit to myself that some of the more recent events crossed into newer territory. Purposely shooting a load all over my son’s boyfriend? Jerking off with my son in a public park? Watching him be used by guys in the gym steam room? These were things that some people would certainly consider far outside “normal” sexual adventures, because of the fact that I was related to Jake. But for whatever reason, I couldn’t bring myself to care or be bothered by that aspect. And the other events at the gym, right before I left, were also new territory for me. Getting a blowjob from a guy for the first time — let alone one whose age I couldn’t really be certain of, and whose father I had met that same day — might have been a big deal for some guys. But it had felt like a natural progression for me somehow, discovering a new and more kinky part of myself. The fact that my son and his partner had been there didn’t phase me and actually made it both hotter and more comfortable. The taboo aspects to it turned me on and brought no shame. Everyone was consenting and enjoying themselves, after all. So that’s where I was at when I wrapped up this fevered rush of work that had come on unexpectedly. Moments of self-reflection and some release of tension during sleep had helped me get things in order, but I wasn’t sure what was happening with me and what the future would bring. And that felt…okay. I had arrived at a place in life where I was ready to go whatever way the sexual winds blew me, so to speak. I thought I’d be staying in LA through Friday, but we managed to get everything taken care of in those first three, super-focused days. On Thursday afternoon my boss gave me the green light to both head home and take Friday off. I rushed to change my flight to the last one out for the night, get back to the hotel, pack and check out. I just barely made the plane and once I got to my seat I fell asleep almost immediately, from sheer exhaustion. Apparently we sat on the runway for 90 minutes, so it was just as well. It’s a short flight and the nap wasn’t that restful even with the extra time the delay added. It was pretty late by the time I actually stepped off the plane. As I waited for my luggage I realized I hadn’t even texted Jake and Kevin to let them know I’d be back sooner than expected. That wasn’t a big deal, I figured. I got a cab and was just eager to get home and hopefully climb into my own bed before midnight rolled around. I looked forward to sleeping in and having the next day off, and maybe even having the apartment to myself. As I fumbled with the key at our door, I wondered if the boys would be up. All of the lights were off in the main part of the apartment. I could see the bedroom doors were both ajar, with a dim light on in Jake and Kevin’s room. I set my bag down in the living room and wondered if I should grab a snack or just crash. I started to the kitchen and then thought the better of it and walked to my bedroom door. I opened it and was surprised to see my bed occupied by not one but two people, asleep and tangled in a naked embrace. In the moonlight coming through the window it took me a moment to make out who they were. I recognized Kevin first, from his muscular and hairless body as much as from his face. The other person was a woman, which surprised me. I didn’t recognize her but she was probably around Kevin’s age and just as fit. Even in my confusion I couldn’t help but notice that she had great tits and a gorgeous face. They made quite a picture there on my bed. But, yeah…that’s MY bed! What were they doing there? I realized that I hadn’t let anyone know I was coming home earlier than I had planned, so I couldn’t really be that mad. But still, after a long day and week I had really been looking forward to a good sleep on my own mattress. Fuck it, I figured. Not like I was going to wake them up. If Kevin was in my room then I could go crash with Jake in their room. And the light was on in there, maybe Jake was still up and could clue me in on what was up. Who was this chick? Was Jake just chilling in there on his own while Kevin and her got down to business in my bed? Had Jake joined in? (Not likely, I thought). Or hey, maybe he was somewhere else tonight and I’d have their bed to myself? I quietly approached the boys’ bedroom door and pushed it open a little more, not wanting to wake Jake if he was asleep. But he wasn’t, and he had company too. Upon poking my head in, I was presented with the sight of Jake and his partner both laying on their sides, Jake in front. Both their eyes were closed and they were definitely not asleep. The other guy, I quickly realized, was Alan — the same guy who I had encountered in the early morning hours a while back, during his three-way with Jake and Kevin. Alan had his hand under Jake’s knee and had pulled that leg up almost as far as it could go, making it easy for his very large cock to access Jake’s ass. And Alan was accessing it pretty escort bayan well, from what I could see. Since the foot of the bed was so close to the door, I had a clear view of Jake’s hole getting pounded hard, with Alan’s cock pulling almost all the way out and then slamming back in. A bottle of lube was on the bed next to them and I could see that Alan’s cock was wet and shiny with the substance. They were both breathing heavy and letting out soft grunts and moans, lost in the heat of sex but perhaps trying to keep the noise to a minimum. In my surprise, I stared as Alan’s cock pistoned in and out of my son’s ass five or six times. It was even bigger than I remembered from our brief late-night “encounter” and I was amazed that Jake didn’t look the slightest bit uncomfortable. In fact, he looked like he was in heaven, a dreamy smile on his face even as he made faint cries of pleasure. Not like I didn’t know he was an experienced bottom, but damn. After a moment, I stepped back away from the door and returned it to the almost-closed state I had found it in. Well shit, I thought to myself. I guess it’s the couch for me tonight. That will teach me to give my roommates a heads up the next time I come home early from a trip. I wandered into the bathroom, shut the door and turned on the light. After taking care of business, I stood looking at myself in the mirror, and what I saw was exhaustion. I splashed some water on my face and then shucked my clothes, planning to take a quick shower. If I couldn’t sleep in my own bed (or any bed!) I could at least wind down under the hot water. Before I turned on the shower I realized I’d need a couple things from my suitcase. I turned around and opened the door to the hallway, and jumped in surprise when I saw my son standing on the other side. Jake looked as surprised as me, I think he was about to open the door himself. “Dad!” he with a gasp, but still at a whisper volume. “You’re back?” “Yeah, I just got in.” I replied, matching his quiet tone. “I’m sorry I didn’t let you guys know, I see you both have been entertaining tonight…” I smirked as I saw Jake smile, but then actually blush a little. It was adorable. “Um…oh, yeah. It’s a long story. Alan’s here…” Jake started to explain. I noticed his cock was still half hard and looked red and a little wet. “I know. I saw…” I looked at him, still smiling and raising one eyebrow. Jake’s smile got bigger and he laughed for a second looking at the floor. Then his eyes returned to look into mine as he kept going. “And he brought his friend Maya who’s been chasing after Kevin and, well, yeah I guess like you said…you saw.” I nodded and reached out to rub Jake’s shoulder affectionately. “Yep, son. It’s all good. I was gonna take a shower but I think I’m just going to crash out on the couch, I am pretty beat. I’ll see you in the morning and I’m sure you can tell me the long version of the story. G’night, buddy.” I pulled him into a hug, forgetting that we were both naked and forgetting about his turgid state (I might have skipped the hug had I remembered). He reached around to squeeze me tight, his hands joining together again at the small of my back. His hard cock, curving downward slightly, slid in between my right thigh and my balls, a few inches of it rubbing past as we pushed in closer. His head rested under mine as we nuzzled close for a moment. He whispered in my ear, “I’m glad you’re back, daddy” And for a quick moment I felt his lips press on my neck. I’m also pretty sure I felt a warm throb from Jake’s cock which was snaking along my inner thigh. I could feel his short-trimmed pubes against my balls, and the feeling tickled a little. The mix of sensations sent a warm feeling through my own cock, and I could feel it stir a bit. I pulled out of the hug slowly as I moved to step around Jake and out of the bathroom. He reached out and grabbed my arm to stop me and said in a whisper, “Wait, dad.” I looked at him and for a moment he just started at me. “You should just come crash in here with us,” he finally said. “Alan’s already passed out and it’s a king. There’s room. The couch will just leave you with a sore neck tomorrow, you know that.” He was right, and I had already been dreading the uncomfortable night ahead of me. I found myself saying “Sure…yeah” before really thinking about it. I was really going to share a bed with my son and the guy who had just been fucking him 10 minutes earlier? Somehow it felt…rude? Like I was crashing their good time. But it had been Jake’s suggestion, and I guess they were done. We’d all be asleep before too long. I followed Jake back to his bedroom and took a moment to admire his firm ass walking in front of me. Exactly the nice, round and slightly bouncy bubble butt that most guys wanted their own to be. I think I had one for a couple years in college. Not like I don’t get compliments on my rear end now from both women and men. But nobody ever has an ass like a college kid in his prime. As Jake entered the room in front of me, instead of walking around to the side of the bed he leaned forward and climbed onto the foot of the bed, crawling up to get himself back next to Alan. Because I had been staring at my son’s ass, my eyes were still focused there as he got on all fours, and his cheeks parted to reveal the hole that I had seen getting plowed by Alan’s cock a short time ago. Jake’s asshole had that just-fucked look to it, red and a bit raw looking, still wet and shiny with lube and … fuck, those were a few wads of cum matted into the light dusting of fur he had on his inner ass cheeks. He had probably been heading to the bathroom to clean up, but then saw me and forgot. As Jake bounced from one knee to the other, moving up toward the head of the bed, he must have clenched or squeezed something because I saw a stream of cum ooze out of his ass quickly, almost squirting, and a generous amount ran down the back of his ball sack and dripped on the bed, as he leaned in and whispered something to Alan. The whole sight prompted a quick flash of memory — Jake in a similar position on the bed, and me staring at his cummy asshole, but with Alan next to me instead of asleep in front of me. Alan had grabbed my cock and whispered in my ear about… “Tom”, Jake said as he flipped over onto his back and pushed down the covers, clearly leaving room for me on the side of the bed Alan wasn’t taking up. “Get in and get comfy.” It surprised me for a minute that Jake used my given name, but then I remembered that the boys had not told Alan that their roommate (me) was also Jake’s dad. I made a mental note to ask about that, but now was clearly not the time. Alan was stirring, looking a little dazed after falling into a post-sex half-sleep. He seemed like an alright guy but I was glad Jake had taken the middle spot. Crashing naked in bed with my son and his fuck buddy was already a little awkward and I didn’t want to deal with the movements of a stranger next to me as I tried to get a sound night’s sleep. As I got tuzla genç escort settled with Jake on my left, our shoulders were touching and maybe it was old habit acting up, but I put my arm around Jake. He immediately nestled in with his head a little lower than mine, right where my neck and shoulder meet. My son let out a contented sigh and then closed his eyes. Alan moved around a little and I looked over in the low light. We made eye contact and he said, “Hey roomie, nice to see ya again. Don’t take all the cuddle action now…” Alan moved to lay on his side with the front of his body pressed against Jake. I looked down and could see Alan’s cock, softer now but still shiny and plumped up, pressed along Jake’s hipbone. My son used his other arm to bring Alan in, and the older man settled his head next to Kevin’s on the pillow. We must have been quite a picture, three naked dudes nuzzled up together in a big bed, the sheets just covering our legs. Jake, young and athletic in between two older and hairier guys. Shit, we could have been the start of a porn clip or something. (Yes, since moving in, I had quickly become used to seeing gay porn playing on the TV or one of the boys’ laptops at random times.) It was quiet for a few minutes and I closed my eyes, hoping to drift off and get the rest my body was craving. At one point I could feel Jake’s breathing change and I opened my eyes a little. Jake still had his eyes closed and his head on my upper chest and shoulder. Alan’s eyes were open and looking down to where his hand had found its way to Jake’s left nipple. Alan gently played with it, running his fingers around it, tugging and pinching now and then. Maybe Jake hadn’t cum earlier or maybe he was just a horny kid, but his cock responded to the sensations pretty quickly. I admit it was hot to watch my son go from mostly soft to fully hard in just a handful of seconds, with no one touching his cock. His eyes were still closed as he let out another deep breath, and I felt him push his face down into my chest hair a little. Alan noticed Jake’s erection spring to life and his hand quickly slid down from Jake’s chest and began gently tugging on my son’s rock hard tool. Jake let out a slow moan but otherwise didn’t react much, aside from the pearl of precum I saw form at the tip of his cock. With Alan’s ministrations, that drop grew to a few small surges that quickly helped to get Jake’s cock nice and slick in the other man’s hand. Alan began to shift his weight and I knew what was about to happen. Sure enough, his mouth was on Jake’s cock a second later and he began to bob up and down on it like a pro, with his hand still stroking the part of my son’s cock that was not sliding down his throat. I could feel Jake’s hot breath and I could also feel his whole body tensing up, but he still stayed nestled in with me. I was holding my son close like I might have when he was a boy, all while he was getting sucked by a guy about my age. Between the heat of the situation, the smell of sex already in the room and my own tiredness, I must have been more susceptible to suggestion than usual, because I saw and felt my own cock thickening as I watched Alan get all of Jake in his mouth. Jake let out another moan, this time louder, as Alan deep throated him and stayed pressed into Jake’ pelvis for a moment. Easy to understand why my cock was reacting to the sight — what guy doesn’t appreciate an expert blowjob like that? As it turned out I was about to be able to answer that for myself. Alan noticed my hard dick, which I had not reached down to adjust at all, just a foot away from his face. While his mouth stayed l on Jake’s cock, Alan’s hand shifted over to mine. His hand was already slick with spit and who knows what else, and his slow strokes felt amazing. I didn’t even think about how this was one of the few times another guy had touched my cock, it just sent shivers through me and all I could do was enjoy the sensations. Jake must have felt me tense up or relax (I was alternating between both for a few minutes) and I saw his eyes were now open and staring down at my cock in Alan’s hand. As Alan pulled his head of of Jake’s member to take a breath and lick his lips, he moved around to an even better position and had a hand on each one of our cocks, stroking us both at the same pace, Like Jake, my eyes were fixated on the scene before me, with us both being jerked off and Alan’s face looking like he had died and gone to heaven. My son and I did have great cocks, I reflected. While I probably should have expected it, I was still shocked when Alan decided to plunge one of our thick tools back into his mouth, this time mine! The feeling of sudden pleasure and warm wetness rocked me and I couldn’t help but yell out an incomprehensible string of sounds that tapered off into a moan. My head was leaning back as I did this, and for a moment I forgot where I was. Jake put his hand over my mouth for a moment, the gesture reminding me that there were people asleep in the other room. It was odd since we normally didn’t care too much about being loud, but I was too wrapped up in the sensations to care. Jake’s fingers lingered on my lips for a quick second, before I felt his hand move down to rub my chest. His fingers traced slowly through the hair as I adjusted to the fact that I was getting a damn good blowjob, only the second one in my life from another dude. My son moved his head and I could feel his hot breath on my neck, right by my ear. He whispered in the faintest of voices, “I want you to cum, daddy,” he said quickly, and then followed it after a moment with “You’ve earned it.” Jake’s hand moved from rubbing my chest to pinching my nipples, first one and then the other. He also started lightly kissing my neck, just barely brushing his lips across a small area below my ear, almost at my jawline. Brushing his lips, but I could feel the wet pressure of his tongue a little, too. In my exhausted state, there was no hope of controlling my release. Jake’s lips on my neck were like an electric shock, and along with the nipple action it pushed me right to the edge and I felt myself go over. Alan had barely been sucking me off and I was about to lose my nut right in his mouth. He probably felt my balls tense up and he backed most of the way off my cock, so that just the head and about another half inch were inside him as I started to unload. Feeling his tongue right there at my cockhead as I came was an amazing sensation, his hand still stroking me to keep the intensity going. I know I moaned loudly but Jake didn’t try to cover my mouth this time. He had picked up his intensity on the neck kissing as my orgasm rocked me, his hand working my tensing pectoral muscle passionately. In my flashes of thought as my brain overloaded, I remember wondering if this counted as a three-way, and if Jake had hoped this would happen when he invited me into the bed with him and Alan. I didn’t care about the answers and the questions disappeared from my mind a second later as I tuzla kendi evi olan escort began to come down from the intensity of losing my load. I felt Jake break his face away from the side of my head, and with my half open eyes I saw that he seemed to be reaching out to Alan with his hand. Jake either prompted Alan to move closer, or perhaps he just grabbed the back of Alan’s hair. Either way, the older man’s upper body quickly came back up to join us, and Jake pulled Alan into a deep and sudden kiss just inches away from my own face. I hadn’t seen Jake kiss anyone but Kevin in years, so maybe it did surprise me a little bit, but mainly because it happened so fast. Alan’s hand moved back to Jake’s cock, leaving mine to slowly recover. A moment of watching the two men kiss deeply, right in front of me, was enough for me to see what was else was happening. The two of them were not just wrestling tongues and enjoying each others’ lips — I could see that Alan was sharing the load in his mouth with my son. Jake was being fed his own dad’s cum by the man whose talented mouth had just pulled it out of me. A few drops escaped their lip lock and were running down Jake’s cheek. I was transfixed by the scene and especially the intensity that quickly seemed to build within Jake. As he got fed by Alan’s mouth, his eyes remained closed but he took quick breaks to moan and make even more primitive sounds of pleasure. Alan was slowly stroking Jake’s meat and I think he was surprised to see and feel cum start to pour heavily from the tip of Jake’s cock, dripping out across both my stomach and Jake’s. Jake moaned loudly, increasing the intensity of his kiss with Alan as a few more rivulets of my load found their way out and down his chin. My son’s orgasm was clearly all-consuming for him in that moment, and I wondered if it was the cum-swapping that did him in, or just the fact that I was there with them. As things subsided for both me and Jake, the two of them finally pulled apart and Alan settled back in. We all were a little breathless as we resumed much of the same positioning we had been in before Alan had kicked things off. With the intensity subsiding and strong arms holding one another, we all quickly drifted off to sleep. I wish I could have remembered a little more about those tender moments of afterglow, but it had been a long day and an unexpectedly draining night. When I woke up the next morning, I was alone in the bed. Disoriented for a moment, I could hear kitchen sounds and faint voices from out in the apartment. There was lots of light coming through the window, more than I was used to. The boys’ window faced the same direction as the one in my room — why was it so bright? I looked over at the clock and realized it was almost 10am. I had the day off so there wasn’t any concern about being late, but I figured I’d get up and see what was cooking — something sure smelled good. As I stood up I realized I didn’t have any clothes, either on my body or in this room. I stepped out into the hallway and slipped into my own bedroom. I was surprised to find my bed made up with clean sheets, and my suitcase and travel bag on the bed. The room was tidy — probably cleaner than I had left it, really — with no sign of the occupants from the previous night. As I pulled on some shorts, I wondered if Alan and the girl (what was her name?) were still here. A quick stop in the bathroom to freshen up made me notice, in the mirror, the dried cum in my stomach hair. Jake’s. I started to try and work it out with my fingers but figured I would just shower soon anyway and so just let it be. Shirtless, I emerged into the main part of the apartment to find Jake and Kevin, equally shirtless, putting the finishing touches on a pancake breakfast. There was no one else but the three of us. They both wished me a good morning and I was ushered to a chair with a glass of juice and a full plate placed in front of me, before I knew what was happening. We all scarfed down the tasty flapjacks, one of Kevin’s many breakfast specialties, and caught up on things from the past few days. They asked about my trip, I asked about school and work. I got to hear some of the details, both innocent and sordid, of their night with Alan and Maya. It sounded like fun, but Kevin mentioned he was disappointed that Maya’s fixation on him had kept it from being a “real four-way”, whatever that meant. Jake just shrugged that off and said, “Well, I had a fun night,” as he poked at the last few bites of his pancakes. “Yeah, well…” started Kevin, eyeing me with a sly grin, “Alan always knows just how to drive you wild, and I’m sure your…’special dessert’ helped end the night the right way.” Jake looked up at me for a second and I swear I saw him blush as his eyes went back down to his plate. It actually took me a moment to realize what Kevin was referring to with his comment, and then I wondered what their conversation had been like before I woke up. I know Kevin likes hearing every detail about sexual adventures and I can only imagine his reaction to Jake being fed my load by their fuck buddy. No more was said about the previous night’s adventures and conversation turned back to more practical matters. As Kevin started clearing the table, he surprised us both by saying he had some exciting news. “There’s a big chef’s conference in town next week. My dad called this morning and he got us both VIP passes, pulled some strings last minute,” Kevin said, excitement in his eyes. “Dad had talked about coming for this conference a few months ago, but then had some schedule conflicts. I guess things changed and now he can make it! It’s been almost a year since I’ve seen him and I can’t wait for you guys to meet, Tom.” “That’s excellent, Kev”, Jake added. “It will be great to have him in town for a whole week.” My son went on to say that while he’d met Kevin’s dad, Brent, several times before, it was always during quick one or two night trips, usually getting drinks in the bar of the hotel where Brent was staying. The boys had yet to make the trip to Miami together, where Brent lived, but hoped to do that during the upcoming summer. “Admit it, Jake, you’re just hoping to stare at my dad strutting around in nothing but a swimsuit all day!” Kevin laughed. He looked at me and just said, “Jakey’s got a bit of a thing for my dad, Tom.” “Oh come on…I just made a few comments after I first met him!” Jake protested as he got up and grabbed the remaining dishes. Then, brushing off the teasing, he asked “So where’s your dad staying this time, babe? The W? The Fairmont?” “Actually,” Kevin said, turning around to look us both in the eye, his face wearing its trademark mischievous expression, “Since most of his favorite spots were all booked up, I told him he should just sat here with us. I hope you guys don’t mind…” ====================== Thanks to everyone who waited so patiently for part 6. Your emails and conversations really make all the difference, it’s hot to hear from all of you. 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