billthedrake: TURNING POINTI knew my father was a very sexual man. Like, he didn’t share detai
billthedrake: TURNING POINTI knew my father was a very sexual man. Like, he didn’t share details or anything, but he and Mom divorced because she found out Dad was fucking two different women at his office. And that was just the ones she knew about. Since the divorce, Dad seemed to seemed to appreciate how much pussy as a handsome, well-built ex-football jock could get, even in his early 50s. And knowing the daddy issues young women often had, maybe especially because he was in his early 50s.The trouble was, I had some major daddy issues, too. I spent my teen years just getting used to the idea I was wired for dudes, especially older dudes. Into my 20s, I told myself it wasn’t Dad but just the experience of a middle-aged man that appealed to me. But at some point, I thought… fuck it. I could and would be attracted to all sorts of men, but Dad would enter my jerk off fantasies. I’d embrace that and stop beating myself up for what turned me on.I was still stuck in our small town, keeping a low profile and working for a construction company. Not my dream work, but I had a high school diploma and not much else, and it was the best money available. Hard but honest work. My one pledge to myself was that I wouldn’t lie about the gay thing. I’d try to fit in, I’d keep quiet about sex and dating, but I would be honest.I was scared shitless the first time Randy, a burly tatted guy started with the “faggot” comments, but this other guy in the crew, Mitch, told him to can it and I noticed during lunch hour went to talk to Randy, one on one. I wasn’t sure of what their dynamic was, but Mitch was one of those natural leaders, a guy everyone on the crew looked up to. Mid 30s and strong but not in a steroid-pumped way. Just a dude who supplemented his manual labor with steady weight lifting. He was partnered with me that afternoon as we put up dry wall. “Anyone ever bother you or give you any shit, Jon, just come see me, hear?” he said simply.“Um, yeah,” I said, feeling surprised. “Thanks.” Then I added, “I’m really not wanting to cause any issues, Mitch.”He didn’t smile but gave me a friendly look. “I know you’re not, kid.”That’s all we ever said about the gay thing, but from that point forward, Mitch Freeman was like my big brother I never had. And over time we became friends, good friends. Hanging out after shift and on the weekends, too, unless Mitch had a hot date or I had a trip to the big city planned to line up some dude tail to let off some steam with. I knew I was crushing out on the guy, but I’d gotten real good at repressing my desires. Mitch would be my friend first and foremost.That’s why I invited him up to the lake house. Dad went each year for a couple of weeks up to the mountains. Despite his burly, butch demeanor, he wasn’t an outdoorsy type really. He just liked the solitude and the escape from the summer heat. He had one week to himself, and maybe whatever chick he was balling at the time. For the other week, I had a standing invitation to join him. Dad had always been cool and open to me bringing a friend along. He knew I got kind of bored there. But it had been since high school since I had a buddy I was close to. This year, I asked if I could bring Mitch, and he was cool with it.I wasn’t at all surprised with how well they hit it off. Two masculine dudes who were generally quiet until they had a couple of beers in them. Then the jokes and the pussy talk came out. At an earlier point in my life I would have been intimidated by that kind of male bonding, feeling excluded and judged. Now, I sat back and sipped my own beer and enjoyed the Dad-and-Mitch show. “What your all time hottest fuck?” Mitch asked Dad with a teasing grin. “Dude… my son’s right fucking here, man…” Dad complained.“Hell, it’s not like doesn’t know you’re a player, Keith,” my friend laughed. Dad looked over at me with a “help me, Jon” kind of look.I held up my hands. “Leave me out of it!” I chuckled.“I know mine,”“ Mitch offered. “Ellen fucking Carmichael… hot divorced MILF who let me do her in the ass… shit… those professional women are the best,” he mused thoughtfully, trying to one up my dad in his accounts of his conquests. “Act all frigid until they get a real blue collar dude in the sack.”Dad smirked, and I knew from that grin he’d had an anal experience or two. But rather than talk about himself, he turned to me. “What about you, son? I bet those gay fuckers go for a built construction worker.”Dad had a low-key homophobia that lingered but it was mixed with an encouragement and a real acceptance. It was all complicated. I shook my head. “Guys, I’ve learned never to talk about gay sex with straight dudes. Sorry.”I thought Mitch would get into his big-brother protective mode but instead he pushed back. “It’s a guy’s week, kiddo… and you’re a guy, gay or not. No second class bullshit here.”I looked at Dad, trying to read his reaction. “The man’s right, son,” Dad said, relishing having someone to gang up on me. Two against one.Against my better judgment I let out a sigh and said, “The truth, guys? I used to not to like to think of myself in terms of being a construction worker. It was a just a job, you know? But men really love being nailed by a guy like me.” I gestured down to my body, which lately was in the best shape of my life. “You always do the nailing?” Dad’s question really caught me off guard. I mean, I’d never, ever talked about this stuff with my old man. “Fuck, Dad,” I let out with an exasperated breath. Then, deciding to answer him, I said, “I get nailed, too. With the right guy. I love sex, all of it. Don’t want to close myself off from anything because of some macho bullshit, you know?”“Well, good for you, buddy,” Mitch said. I could see his face was a little red. Maybe embarrassed some from my words, and definitely a lot buzzed. “So… who are the freakiest?” Mitch asked. “You know the ones who go the wildest with a dude like you?” This was definitely conversation I wasn’t expecting to have this week. I gave Dad another glance to see if he would be freaked out. But he just looked on in that guys-talking-about-pussy kind of way. I answered honestly. “I’m into freaky… for real. I mean, I a prefer a challenge.”“Challenge?” Dad asked, taking a sip of beer.I nodded. In for a penny, I thought… “ Yeah, an older dude who’s a little shy, maybe he needs to be sweet talked into giving it up. Being able to tap a dude like that’s an honor.”Mitch smirked, “You’re a man of surprises Jon.”I shrugged. “You guys asked,” I said defensively.Dad lifted his big beefy body out of the deck chair. “Well, my son’s definitely not straight,” he joked, “If your hetero you get real fucking sick of chicks who are a challenge.”Mitch let out a laugh. “Can I get you fellas another?” he asked, holding up his empty can. “Against my better judgment, Keith… yeah, I’ll have another.” As he leaned back into the chair he looked over at me with a wink. “Fuck, kiddo… I’m drunk as a skunk.”***I slept like a lamp that night. I don’t think I knew how much I’d enjoy the solitude and quiet of the lake. It was full-on daylight when I woke and I roused up, slipping on some shorts and a loose T-shirt. The house was quiet, at least I thought it was. But as I stepped out on the deck I heard water running and voices. Deep voices. Dad and Mitch. The rental place had an outdoor shower just off to the side of the house. Part of it was sheltered by a wooden wall, but mostly there was just a frosted glass barrier for semi-privacy. Curiosity got the best of me, and I walked around as quietly as I could. I didn’t even know if it was spying because in my heart of hearts I could imagine those guys would be doing anything but taking a shower, maybe after an early morning swim. It didn’t make sense, but I was still waking up. Their words weren’t distinguishable at first, at least not over the running of the water. But eventually I heard Mitch’s unmistakable baritone. “Damn, Keith, you’re getting hard again?”I heard Dad’s chuckle. Playful, sexual. “It’ll take me a minute, but I’m sure I’ll be up for round two.”I turned the corner and saw their silhouettes through the glass. The running water actually made it more transluscent, and there they were. Two hunky beefy bodies, kissing quickly, but mostly holding each other. Mitch’s paw massaging Dad’s cock, which I couldn’t yet see. And Dad’s hands on Mitch’s ass.“Don’t think my ass could take another fuck, Keith,” Mitch chuckled. “Not yet.”“Too bad,” Dad said softly. At least that’s what I thought he said. Then I watched as Mitch squatted down and started licking my father’s dick. I could see it now, that magnificent paternal dong, hanging half-turgid but getting harder by the second as my buddy made love to it I was rock hard as I watched it. My dad getting a blow job. Mitch giving it. It took my father a little while to work up his nut, but Mitch didn’t seem deterred. After about five minutes I heard the big man’s breath grow heavy then a loud “Fuck!”That was my cue to step back, as quietly as I could. Once I got back up to the deck, I felt I could walk faster. Straight back to my room, where I peeled down my shorts and tugged out a load in five seconds flat. It was heavy and intense. More relief than pleasure, to be honest. My head was swimming as I wiped up the mess and tried to process it all. ***Mitch knew. I don’t know if he heard me when I was playing voyeur. Or if he could read the emotions I was trying to hide all day and all evening. The alcohol wasn’t helping.It was getting dark out as the three of us sat outside, enjoying the cooler summer evening. When Dad got up and went inside to piss, Mitch looked at me and said point blank, “You were watching us earlier.”I thought of denying it or playing dumb. Instead I owned up to it. “I’m sorry,” I said. “Dad taught me to respect a guy’s privacy.”Mitch chuckled. “Bro… I’d be personally insulted if you didn’t wanna spy on me. I’m hot as fuck.” It was a typically Mitch kind of thing to say, his sense of humor. And it was the perfect way to break the tension. I laughed a little but had to address the element in the room. “You might think I’m the biggest perv.” I didn’t spell it out, but I didn’t need to. I’d been spying on Dad, too.Mitch just nodded. “Stop overthinking it, bro.”I wasn’t sure what he meant but just then, Dad came back out. Neither he nor Mitch were as drunk as the night before. “It might be an early evening for me, fellas,” he announced. God, every inch of him was so attactive. Sexy as fuck. I’d always felt that but after this morning, my fantasies took on a new intensity.Mitch hoisted himself up. “What do you think of inviting your boy to join us tonight, Keith?” Just throwing it right out there.Dad looked at me with a careful gaze. No surprise, no shock, no objection, just feeling me out. I knew then Mitch had told him. “What do you think of that idea, son?”I knew what I should say, but my lust won out over my common sense. “If you’d have me, Dad, it would be the most amazing night of my life.” I turned to Mitch. “To be with both of you,” I clarified. “That’s settled then,” Mitch chimed in. “Warning, Jon: your dad snores like a motherfucker.”I was hard just processing that this was gonna happen. Sex with the two most masculine men in my life and probably sleeping in the same bed after. I followed Mitch inside, my heart pounding. As I did, I felt Dad come behind me and grip my shoulders playfully, giving them an affectionate squeeze. I stopped in my tracks for a second.“We’ll figure this all out tomorrow, son,” my father said softly, and I could actually feel the heat from his burly body. “Tonight’s all about having fun.”“Yeah, Dad,” I croaked. Then I turned around and for the first time in my life, French kissed my father. -- source link