u/ImprovementExpert511

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Hello again, Id like to start off by thanking everyone that caught the first post whether that was just reading it, commenting or DMimg me. I was very reluctant to post my story at first because Ive always heard that communities like this were full of a bunch of perverted degenerates that would harass you for pictures and inappropriate details. But you all surprised me by being overwhelmingly welcome and chill. Most of you wished me and David to be well and I cant thank you enough for just being good understanding people. Never in a million years could I have imagined that there'd be so many people interested in what I had to say let alone there'd be so many kinky people that wanted to share my story with others.

I also want to say up front that this will likely be the only update to all of this. Youve all been pretty cool but I honestly cant imagine coming here to tell you for the umpteenth time that me and David did xyz. Im sure some of you would like that. But for the sake of my sanity and my hope that this will be some sort of phase that David will eventually grow out of so that he can move on to healthier relationships. Im keeping it to this post and thats it.

Now onto the update.

For anyone that didnt see my comments in the first post. David has been avoiding me or tried to give me the cold shoulder over the last week. I was convinced it was because he was self loathing or had come to resent what happened and was upset with me for not putting a stop to it. Which is honestly understandable. Im the adult here and his father. The buck stops with me. And it was obvious enough that on Tuesday my very observant wife made mention of it to me by asking what had I done. And because I didn't want to blow up my entire life on a Tuesday night and stress my poor wife out of her socks. I told her the only lie that I knew would get her to drop it and save me some time to talk to David privately. I told her that I had blew up on him over some of the things hes been doing and Im sure itll be back to normal once he cools off. Just so we're clear, my wife does know a little about David's behaviors during the weekends. Me and the wife talk a lot about the kids and David probably takes up the bulk of those talks because hes the #1 trouble maker in the house.

Now I don't mean to say hes a terrible kid. Hes not. But hes given me a lot of gray hairs over the years as hes gotten older and he tends to be the one that finds ways to challenge us the most. Talking to my wife when something comes up with the kids is very second nature at this point. We want to be a team when it comes to addressing something. After looping her in the first couple of times I quickly realized that sharing with my wife what David had been doing was a mistake. I was adding more to her plate than she needed at that moment. So I had told her to focus on what she needed to, which was her mother, and that I would deal with David.

That was months ago. Ive since kept things under wraps even when it escalated to walking around nude and intentionally showing himself off to me by jerking off in plain view. If she asked I would always hand wave it off as its been dealt with. But I know my wife and while she'll let it go for a time. If David continued to avoid me in front of her. She was eventually going to want to know what was wrong.

Fast forward to this last Friday, the wife and girls have left for the in-laws again and David is still not talking to me. I knew this was it and internally I was panicking. I had this weekend to have a man to man talk with him. Apologize, console him, promise to never let it happen again and hope he kept this all to himself. Because if the wife came home Monday and got a hint of David still being upset. Well I might as well pack my bags before the end of Sunday. Because she wasn't going to let it go until she was satisfied she knew what was going on.

Instead of barricading himself in his room though, David decided to go spend the evening with friends. Which isn't out of the ordinary for him, but he had been oddly happy to stay at home with his old man for the better part of the last three months. So I knew he was still looking to avoid me and probably wanted to blow off some steam. Later that evening, about 1 am, he finally made it home. Without even getting up out of bed I could tell he was drunk. He was mumbling to himself and was taking quiet a long time to make it to his room. Normally hes like the flash when he comes home. The only sign he was outside his room was the shoes he left in the walkway by the front door. He was also stumbling and bumping into things. So I knew he was pretty fucked up. Which is not how he usually gets. At first I thought to get up and check on him but something told me that it wasn't going to go very well and I let him slowly make it to his room himself.

After a little while had passed and I knew he was likely passed out I quietly went to check on him. Leaving my room I discovered he had left the lights on and the fridge open. So I quietly turned off the lights and closed the fridge and did a quick check of the front door to make sure it was locked. As I went back down the hallway I popped into his room as he had left the door open. I found him laying on his bed, belly down and half naked from the waist down. Before leaving I rolled him to his side after dragging him to the edge of his bed so that if he needed to puke he wouldn't wake up in a puddle of it. His only response to all of this was some grumbling.

If youre wondering. The wife and I have a rule with the kids that we aren't going to hammer them over drugs and alcohol. Only that if they need help or cant get home safely they are to call us. We know we aren't going to stop them from experimenting if they really want want to. So we want them to not hide it from us and do something unsafe.

The next morning I decided that it was finally time for the talk. I grabbed some gatorade from my stash and dropped it on the dining table. I knew he was going to need a hearty meal for the hangover so I cooked up some eggs, potatoes and bacon with some toast. Hoping this would get some points with him. Once I was done, I sat down and called for him to come get something to eat. At first he acted like he didn't hear me so I put a bit of sternness in my voice and he slowly made his way to the table before trying to slink back to his room with the plate and gatorade. I kind of barked at him to sit down and pointed at the chair where the food originally sat. And he did what he was told.

I was still nervous about what needed to happen so I let us dig in before saying anything. After a few minutes I gathered enough courage to ask him about his evening and if he had a good time. He still didn't want to talk so he just mumbled that it was okay and he and his boys had gotten drunk. I asked why he didn't call for a ride and he told me his friend who hadn't been partying with them had come and got him. I knew he wasn't lying because hes regularly complained that this particular friend is "mid" which I guess means hes boring. In other words his friend doesn't party which upsets him. After a few more quiet moments I finally told him that we couldn't keep avoiding what happened and we needed to air things out. I told him I wasn't expecting him to forgive me for what I had done or that if he hated me I would understand. But it wasn't okay for us to not get things off our chests.

He didn't respond to this for some time and stared at me for several minutes with a blank look like he was somewhere else. Eventually he shifted his gaze at his food and after another couple of minutes like this he finally answered.

He told me that he was sorry and that he was not expecting things to go as far as they did. He felt ashamed of himself for going through with coming onto me. I was his father and while it felt so good thinking about doing what we did. He had felt a knot in his stomach not long after he had laid down with me on the couch. And now he felt like he didn't know how he should feel because while he felt shame he also really enjoyed getting fucked and couldn't stop thinking about it. He had been avoiding me because he didn't want to be tempted to come onto me again only to feel guilty afterwards. He also thought I would start to look at him differently and he didn't want that.

Im honestly not that great at this kind of stuff but I did my best to reassure him that I still loved him. That beyond the act itself nothing else had changed between us. And that there was nothing to be ashamed of. He would always be my son. I told him that I only wanted what was best for him. That I wasn't going to lie to him. The sex was amazing and the blowjob was without a doubt the best head Ive ever received. And while there was a part of me that definitely wanted a repeat performance. It just wasn't healthy for us to do this again. He seemed pretty disappointed by this so I told him that it was a great moment between us but that he shouldn't be too sad that it has ended but to be happy that it happened and we came out of it in such a good place. I ended it by telling him that he could always come to me for anything and not to be so hard on himself.

There was some more akward quiet between us before he asked if I was serious about it being the best blowjob. He seemed pretty proud of himself as he asked. I told him that I don't nut from blowjobs but he was on the verge of tasting me several times. He joked about how I should give him a second chance so he could claim hes the only one to swallow my nut. I shot back that with head game like his Id be too addicted to leave it at two blowjobs and it would turn into a full time job. He said hed only take my cum as payment for labor rendered. We laughed.

With that he became pretty comfortable talking about everything. Now we had a pretty long talk and I dont remember every word or exactly the flow of the conversation. So heres everything that I can remember summed up. Its a lot. He admitted that while he got drunk to stop feeling shame, that when he got home he was so horny that he planned to climb in bed with me in hopes Id take him again. But he was too fucked up and only got as far as getting undressed before he passed out. He wanted to climb in my bed and ride me. That he had been fantasizing about me for several years and about two years ago he decided he needed to live out this fantasy because it was eating him alive. That while he liked boys from an early age. Walking in on me and getting turned on made him realize he was actually gay. That the first few times that I and his mother caught him having sex with boys and some of his friends were accidents. The last few times I caught him was kind of intentional. He wanted to know how I would react to seeing him naked. That me being upset kept him from following through on trying to sleep with me. He had concocted several plans to seduce me but was never confident to follow through.

When asked why this time. He shrugged before sharing that about a year ago he met a guy about my age. They had sex several times and they shared this fantasy about father-son sex. This guy insisted on being called daddy and David liked it. It seemed to work on all of the guys hes been with since. The sex was much more intense because of it. Call me a hypocrite but I was heated by this news but I did my best not to drive the bonding we were having off of a cliff. He told me this older guy and people he interacted with online had coached him on how to seduce me. Once it was just the two of us on the weekends and it was clear this was going to be the new normal he decided it was the perfect time to go ahead with the plan.

He started with leaving the bathroom doors open to get comfortable being seen while partially undressed. He would bust into my bathroom to gain confidence seeing me without clothes. Especially when he thought I was showering. He would jerk off loudly and moan. People online persuaded him to keep going after I had yelled at him causing him to lose confidence. He started to walk to the bathroom naked because he felt just leaving the door open wasn't risqué enough. He didn't think any of this was working til the second time he decided to walk through the living room and kitchen naked. Another suggestion from online. He saw a look in my eyes that he had seen many times before from guys he slept with. He knew then he had a shot.

He started timing his jerk off sessions to when he thought Id walk by so Id see his hard cock. The night he called out daddy was the night he decided to finally ambush me in the shower. He planned to do it after I got in late from work but I didn't go to take a shower or my room. He almost chickened out the next morning. He nearly panicked and ran after sneaking in and I saw him. He didn't want me to notice him til he was already in the shower with me. He was surprised I let him get in the shower. Even more surprised by the kissing and full on sex. He only planned to blow me and work up to sex over several weekends. The conversation really didn't go anywhere else and I thanked him for being honest.

At this point he left for his room and I went about cleaning up, mowing the lawn and washing the truck. All of which took several hours. Once I was done I hit the shower and changed into a pair of old basketball shorts. I decided it was time to watch some tv and as I passed David's room, door wide open, I could see his feet and legs first and the distinct sound of skin smacking together. I knew instantly he was jerking off. I didnt even try to look away. On his bed he was buck naked with his thick cock in hand, stroking it quickly. I was instantly tempted to go give him head but I didn't give in.

I moved to the living room after grabbing a beer from the fridge and started to watch TV but David's moans made it difficult. I struggled to stay seated but refused to say anything. After a while he quieted down. And I spent the next several hours nursing different beers. I was on my sixth one when David came out of his bedroom still naked. Instead of parading himself through the living room as he had done in the past, he came straight over to me. Lowered himself between my legs and with a single motion gently pulled my shorts down to my ankles. My cock was already hard from seeing him naked again so it shot to attention for him as my shorts slipped down from my waist. He heavily exhaled before sliding his hands along my thighs. Locking eyes he stared me down as he moved to take me in his mouth. I gave no resistance. Just continued to sip at my beer.

He quietly took me to the back of his throat before giving me the best head for a second time. Sucking deeply as he released me. Canting his chin upwards as he neared my head. His tongue wrapping around the neck of my cock. I could only collapse further into the couch and moan with pleasure and joy. Never breaking eye contact from start to finish. Every time he took me deeper he did so with his neck. Reaching the base of my cock he would force it into his throat. Holding himself there for several long seconds. Sloppy slurps, glops and gasps for air filled the house. I started to call him a good boy and it gave him an energy I didn't know he had. The blowjob becoming more intense, I was close but didn't want it to end it there. I wanted that tight ass again.

I directed him to sit on it and with that he stood up revealing a bottle of lube he must have brought out with him. He opened it and applied some to my still saliva covered cock, stiffly stroking me several times as he did. Turning around I could see his hole glistened from lube that he had already applied prior to coming out to the living room. David proceeded to put more on and slid a heavily lubed finger in his ass. He tossed the bottle on the couch beside me before gripping my meat and guiding me in as he went to sit on it. Again he was so tight that it took some effort for him to take me all the way. Like trying to force a peg into a hole that didn't quite fit. He now sat facing the TV leaving me an exciting view of his bubble butt smashed against my waist. Grabbing my knees with the tips of his fingers he leaned forward and began to work his way up and down me occasionally mixing in grinding. His plump ass loudly clapping against my midsection and thighs as he went for a ride. Typing this out is making me want him more.

We moaned and talked dirty to each other. Asking if I liked his ass. I could only mutter a yes. He called me daddy countless times. My hands gripping his cheeks as he grinded away. I encouraged him to make me cum. He leaned back and I began to kiss his shoulders and let my hands wander all over his body. His arms, chest, waist, hips, legs and cock. Whispering to him that he had such a thick one.

After some time he got up and straddled me and laid his chest against mine. His hands on my shoulders. My left arm around the small of his back. My right hand with a fistful of his ass. Slowly kneading it. We passionately kissed as he rode me. He whispered in my ear a thank you, daddy. And I whispered back. I love you David. I love you so much. We continued for some time before I told him I was ready to cum. He excitedly jumped off of me and took me in his mouth. And just as his lips wrapped around my swollen head I released several large shots of cum in his mouth. He dutifully swallowed every drop. I slid back on the couch and without a word he climbed up on my chest. Resting himself against me and we slowly nodded off.

That was last Saturday. We've fucked two more times since then and things seem to have gotten back to normal. Hes no longer avoiding me. The wife came home Sunday night and seemed pleased to see David his usual self. None the wiser. Both David and I have agreed this cant get out as it wouldn't just ruin things for us but the whole family. That it needs to stay purely physical and at some point he needs to move on as its not something we can do forever.

Since I wont be posting any more updates here. Ask away in the comments any questions you might have.

I came across this sub after looking for places where I might find people with similar experiences. I understand this place is largely made up stories but felt I needed to share with someone about my experience. And this is probably as good as it gets.

So I guess I should probably start with a little bit about myself, my son, we'll call him David, and some context leading to this moment. Im a 40 year old father of 4 children and husband to a wonderful wife. I want to be clear that Im not some Adonis with a six pack and ridiculously large cock. Im a pretty average guy that has been called handsome by every woman Ive ever had more than a platonic relationship with and only heard things like hot and sexy from gay men. But Im pretty sure these comments came at probably their horniest moments and all occurred in my youth. Physically Im 6'2", previously 6'3" before a back injury, with a dad bod. As you can tell, Im still pretty sore about my lost one inch of height. Ive been called a bear by some gay coworkers which Im not too certain what that means. I consider myself straight even though Ive done some sexual exploring in my younger days. So Im not well versed in gay culture or lingo. David is 18 with an athletic build. So not really muscular but not fat or scrawny. Hes about 5'9" and apparently shaves almost every hair off of his body. But otherwise your typical teenager. Stays in his room, doesn't clean up after himself, has to be reminded to take showers and occasionally butts heads with his parents.

Now Im sure some of you will want to know what sexual exploration means so Ill touch on that before I go any further. Up until I joined the Army I thought I was straight only thinking about women and gave no thought to men beyond wanting to watch guys with impressively large ones in porn. Some might assume it was in Basic that I discovered my curiosity for the same sex but the truth is I was so stressed out and locked in on making my way through and graduating that I never gave the other guys any thought. It was survival mode at that point. It wasn't until my first few months at my new unit that I realized that dick alone could arouse me. I was alone in Hawaii for the first 4 months as we didn't have the money just yet to move my newlywed wife and newborn out. So for the time being I spent my time living in the barracks and going to Waikiki on the weekends. Initially being sex starved. I do regret it now but I was not a loyal husband in my early twenties. I slept around quite a bit with men and women even after she arrived and was not as safe as I should have been. The first time I realized I was turned on by guys was about three weeks into being on the island. It was in a communal shower in the field. Huddling around a single metal poll with 5 other guys that were complete strangers. All of us naked. I realized then why I preferred big dicks in the porn I watched. I had to hide my gaze as this was still during Dont Ask, Dont Tell, but the Showers always had my attention. I couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to have them in my mouth, quietly beating my meat in the bunkbed at night.

After this I spent quite a few late nights and weekends scouring Craigslist for men. I tried topping and bottoming but found that most of the experiences were disappointing. A lot of times it was just awkward mixed with inexperience and uncertainty. The build up to meeting a guy feeling more satisfying than actually following through. Thats not to say I didn't have some fun and very pleasurable times. But besides giving head and the handful of times I met an older guy that knew how to fuck an inexperienced bottom. I largely didn't come away from this feeling like I was actually into guys so much as the tabooness of risking so much being married and in an anti-gay Army. After a few years of trying to test the waters occasionally I just gave up and settled into focusing on my family. I still occasionally jerk it to some of those encounters but thought I had put all of that behind me.

As for me and David. Our relationship has largely been your typical father-son relationship his whole life. And up until things turned physical between us. Our relationship has been rocky as of late. You see, David is 18 but still in high school because of being retained in 5th grade and wont be graduating til next year. Hes always been a slacker and that largely falls on myself and his mother. But it has been a struggle to get him to take school seriously and to be a bit more self reliant. Beyond that we have known since he was about nine or ten that he was gay but he came out when he was fourteen. Mostly because he was not very good at covering up his activities with his guy friends. Boyfriends? Regardless weve always been accepting and supportive of who he is.

During all of this my wife has largely been busy with her ailing mother who lives about two hours from us. My daughter's are much more outgoing and little socialites like their mother so they more often than not go to visit. Staying with their grandparents for the weekend. David on the other hand acts like he doesn't care but I honestly think he avoids these trips because he struggles with coping with the situation. He tends to be like me and becomes distant and silent when things get tough. So he stays home. And because I work a lot of weird hours due to being on call a lot I dont get to make it up to the in-laws very often. So there are quite a few times now that its just me and David in the house. Someone also has to keep an eye on him since he turns any free moment into an opportunity to have sex with one of his guy/boyfriends. Meanwhile Ive been getting less and less sexy time with the wife due to the stress and chaos of everything.

Now that we have that out of the way. Onto what youve been waiting for.

About a week after my wife started making the weekly trips to her parents, David began acting a bit off. And I dont mean anything relating to his grandmother. I mean disregarding things like privacy or respecting others presence, and comfort levels. Hes never been shy about his sexuality, me and the wife has walked in on him more than once in a compromised position, but it really began to cross a line once it was just the two of us. It was slow and appeared accidental at first. So it started off as just reminding him I was home. He'd leave the door open while using the bathroom, walk from his room to the bathroom nude, and walk in on me while I was in my bathroom. Playing incest porn loudly, being rather noisy when he was jerking it or dirty talk on the phone loud enough for me to hear. Ive had to remind him countless times now to be more respectful but its gone ignored and ended in me yelling at him quite a bit. Mix in the discussions about school and being more responsible and you can see it hasn't been very fun. This has been going on randomly over the last few months. Becoming more frequent in the last few weeks.

With that said Im ashamed to say that this started to get to me in ways I wasn't expecting. Aside from the nude trips across the hall where there wasn't much to see hes intentionally gone through the living room to the kitchen nude looking for food a few times now. Walking to places where he could bend over or face me. Giving me a full view of what hes packing. Which is a rather plump ass, fully shaved body except a few light pubes, a thick soft cock and big balls. The shaft much thicker than the head. Exactly the kind of cock that got me going when I was younger. The first time he did this I was in shock and it didn't really register what had happened but the last two times got me hard as a rock. And I had to quickly hide it. Ive been blaming it on the lack of sex but his bare ass has bounced through my head a few times now when Ive been horny and Im even more ashamed to admit that I finished thinking about him bent over our pony wall between the kitchen and dinning room.

About a week ago he started jerking off with his door slightly open. Waiting for me to pass by to make the most noise. While I didn't hang around I definitely got a good look at what hes working with each time. Hes not longer than I am but he is much thicker than I am. And just three days ago while everyone was out shopping the moans began to turn into calls for Daddy and I knew then and there he wasn't just being an ass. He had been dropping hints this whole time.

This past weekend is when it finally happened. I had a pretty late evening going out to a call Friday night and instead of showering when I got home. I crashed on the couch. So when I woke up it was already 9 am and I headed for the master bath for a long refreshing shower. On the way to the bathroom I noticed Davids door ajar but I didn't see or hear anything so I assumed he was still asleep. I undressed and hopped into the shower and had just applied the soap only to hear the door to the bathroom creak open. I quickly looked over my shoulder to see David there nude but covering himself. He looked nervous, unsure of himself and quietly asked if he could join. I knew what he had come for. Truthfully I was just as nervous as he was and hesitated to answer him. My first instinct was to say no. Im his father and I cant pretend Im protecting him by letting him do what he wanted. But Im weak and gave him a silent nod.

He slipped quietly and nervously into the shower and stood within inches of me. It was as if time had stopped. I didn't even think about the lines we were crossing. The moment he looked up at me I grabbed him by the hips and pushed him against the wall. I kissed him passionately and suddenly he was no longer uncertain. He kissed back with just as much intensity and began to moan. Our cocks were both rock hard instantly and I remember them sliding against one another. He wrapped his arms around the back of my neck and I instinctively lifted him up. His legs came up and closed around my hips.

We stayed locked together like that for a few more minutes before he pushed me off of him and dropped to his knees. Without a word he took me between his lips and slid me to the back of his mouth. And with a kind of enthusiasm I haven't experienced in ages, he began to suck my dick. I dont even know how to describe it. It has to be the best blowjob Ive ever received. I wish I could tell you every detail, every sensation. Or that I closed my eyes and imagined someone other than my boy with my meat in his mouth. But Im sinful and couldn't take my eyes off of his work. I usually can last a while during blowjobs but he had me on the edge within minutes. I had to place my hand on his shoulder and guide him to slow down a few times. After the second time he begged for me to cum in his mouth. But I refused. So he continued to worship the very thing that brought him into this world.

Eventually I told him to get out and dry himself off. The look of disappointment on his face still plays in my head. I followed him out, drying myself off as well. I directed him to the living room. Pushing him against the pony wall where he had first shared a look at his ass with me. I dropped to my knees and returned the favor. I know Im not as good at it as he is but he met me with moans and thrusts. Playing with the hair on the back of my head as he did. Crying out quite a few Yes Daddys as encouragement. I didn't let him last long and he exploded in my mouth. So much cum I nearly couldn't swallow it all.

I stood up and forced him around and over the wall. I shoved my face between his soft cheeks, spreading them with my hands, and began to eat his ass. After he was good and ready I instructed him to get my cock nice and wet and he eagerly complied. Sucking my dick once more. Covering my manhood in spit and saliva. Once I was happy with his effort I lifted him up and bent him back over the pony wall again. Sliding myself into him. I was surprised to find he was extremely tight and didn't let me in without considerable effort. Knowing how often hes been fucked by others I expected less resistance. Instead I had to hold his hips and duck walk myself deep inside his ass. His moans were mixed with pain and pleasure. He moaned "Thats my daddy" as I came to a stop. The base of my shaft barely visible from the top of his cheeks. In that moment I snapped back to reality. I was balls deep in my baby boy. But just as quick as the thought came. It floated away. His ass tightly squeezing my cock. Calling for me to fuck him. I started off slow but couldn't stay disciplined. I quickly ramped up to pounding him fast, deep and hard. The whole time he cried out for me. Yes Daddy. Just like that Daddy. Deeper, Harder Daddy. My thighs clapping his cheeks between every call to me. As I began to tire he moaned and cried out that hed been waiting for this for since forever. I couldn't disappoint him. I dug deep and started to fuck him long and hard again. But I couldn't last. Within a dozen strokes I dived as far into him as I could and unloaded in my son's ass.

I made my way to the couch where I collapsed. He joined me and laid across my chest. One leg between mine. We laid there quietly for what felt like forever. The whole time I was drowning in shame and panic. Freaking out about what I had just done. I knew I couldn't let him know. Hes still my boy. And I couldn't hurt him like that. Even if what we just did was terrible. Eventually he left for his room and we didn't speak for the rest of the day.

Now here I am writing this as everyone sleeps because I keep going between being the worst father ever and wanting to feel him again.