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Subject: Moving In With My Son, chapter 1 Moving in with my son, Part One Themes/Categories: Incest, Adult Friends I was a single guy in my late 40’s living on my own in LA, working for a semi-hip technology and media company and pretty much loving life. My son moved out a few years ago for college and is living on his own now up in the Bay Area. I missed him terribly sometimes but he was happy and doing well and we talk often. His mom passed away when he was young and while it took us both a while to heal, we got through it to together and life went on. I was at an interesting point in my life and career. I broke up with my last girlfriend about six months ago when I realized, after a year, that it was going nowhere. We were basically just friends who fucked and we parted amicably. I’d dated a little since but nothing serious. Work was taking up a good amount of my time and I liked it but was starting to feel like I needed a change. So when my boss, the CEO, offered me a chance to open up a new office in San Francisco I jumped at the chance. It was a little bit uncertain since the contract was only for six months, no guarantee that we’d keep doing business up there but everyone hoped it would turn into something longer term. Work had been the only thing keeping me tied down in LA, and I was excited at the chance to see my son more if I moved closer. So once things were firmed up I gave my son Jake a call to give him the good news. “Dad, you’re really moving up here??” he said on my laptop screen, looking excited. “That’s great! Even if it’s only for half a year, I’m gonna love having you close by. Kevin, did you hear that?” My son’s boyfriend walked by in the background and leaned in to the camera. “Hey Tom!” he said and waved. “Congrats on the news! Looking forward to having you over for dinner, buddy! When do you head up here?” “At the end of the month” I answered. “So I’ve gotta get a place sorted out pretty quick here! Let me know if you guys hear of any good sublets. I’ll look on Craigslist and see about contacting some rental agencies.” Kevin smiled and went back to whatever he had been doing, and Jake and I talked more about the thing that everyone in the Bay Area talks about these days — how fucking expensive it is to live there. Even with my good salary and subletting my condo in Westwood, I was looking at spending half my month’s income on rent. Manageable, but I wanted to at least find a nice place, hopefully even a two-bedroom so I could have a little extra space. But I was willing to settle for less if it meant I’d be in SF itself and not across the bay or down the peninsula. I’ll be honest, I was looking forward to meeting some women my age who weren’t racing to look 25 like most everyone in LA seems to be. The times I’d been up to visit Jake since he started school at SF State, I was often distracted by the totally different style and vibe of the women up there, and had had a few one-nighters that left me wanting more. Last time I had visited, a few months ago, I’d stayed with Jake and Kevin, just after they had moved in together. I had met a nice and attractive woman at a bar and we had quite a few drinks and were both pretty clear where the night was heading. I guess my she and I made more noise than we thought after stumbling home and into the spare bedroom at 3am. We thought we were fucking quietly but we thought wrong. Jake and Kevin had teased us the next morning as I walked her to the door, and continued to mercilessly but lovingly razz me for the rest of the day. Since I was familiar with their neighborhood, Jake was telling me about a couple `for rent’ signs around and he started doing some searches to determine the addresses. Then Kevin, from the kitchen, said something I couldn’t understand and Jake asked me to hold on. He muted the audio and got up from the desk. When he came back he was smiling big and Kevin came over and leaned in next to him to look at me too. Side by side they were both smiling, and I took half a second to feel happy that my son had found such a great guy. I had met Kevin a handful of times since they started dating a year or so ago, and from the beginning was stunned at how well they seemed to click. And not just them! Kevin was super friendly and good-hearted and he and I got along great as well. So perhaps I shouldn’t have been surprised when jake said, “Dad…we’d like you to go ahead and move in here with us. The second bedroom’s yours if you want it! Chip in on rent and utilities and that’s it…better than any deal you’ll find on Craigslist for sure!” I was surprised and a bit speechless for a moment. While I had been looking forward to seeing my son more, the thought of moving in with him hadn’t even crossed my mind. My company would pay for a hotel for a few weeks if I didn’t have something set up by the time I needed to start work, so I wouldn’t even have had to stay with them temporarily. “Son…Jake…I’m touched. But are you guys sure? You just moved in together and do you really want your old man crashing your love nest? You don’t have to do this, really…” “Dad, it’s okay! It actually would help a lot right now to get a break on the rent, and you know you’re going to be over here all the time for Kevin’s cooking anyway! And look…it’s not like it’s forever. If your thing up here becomes permanent and you’re going to stay for good then you can find a place of your own. But it’ll be easier if you’re already here. You and I lived together for 18 years, I think we can handle six months!” I was still shocked but already warming up to the idea. “Kevin,” I said, looking at my son’s boyfriend’s grinning mug. “Are YOU sure about this? There’s really no pressure and…” “Dude!” he said, somehow smiling even bigger. “This was MY idea! You know I’m head over heels for your boy here and I really wanna get to know his family better. And you’re clean and considerate and I’m really not worried about it. Just uh…” he paused as he started to crack up. “…let us know next time you’re gonna bring home a screamer, so we can put in some earplugs.” They both busted up laughing. I was clearly never going to live that one down. ===== Twenty-two days later, I was standing in my new bedroom! Well, not totally new. I had stayed in that room once before when visiting, but then it had been “Jake and Kevin’s spare room” and their boxes were stacked in the corner. Now it was my room, and my boxes stacked in the corner! And only two boxes. Other than clothes and some personal items, I hadn’t needed to bring that much. I had a queen size bed, a dresser, night table and Kevin had even found a small desk for me at an estate sale. “You can’t jerk off to straight porn in our living room, Tom”, he had told me, chuckling. “House rules! So I wanted to make sure you had a place for your computer that was nice and private.” I could already tell we were going to have lots of fun. In many ways this was going to be like my college days. I spent my junior and senior year in a 3 bedroom house in Silverlake (before it was “cool”) with two of my best buddies. Jose, Max and I had a blast those two years and stayed roommates for a while even after graduating. Eventually I met Jake’s mom and moved in with her, Max went off to law school in New York, and Jose met the man of his dreams (who happened to be stinking rich) and left to travel the world. So we all had happy endings, but I often longed for those days and was excited to maybe have the same vibe going again. Having had a close gay friend and roommate actually served me very well when Jake came out to me as a young teenager. I can’t escort bayan say his revelation surprised me, but I was happy that i could be a dad without any fears or prejudices, just loving and supportive. And because my college buddies and I were all pretty raunchy and carefree talking about our sex lives, I was able to give Jake a pretty good “facts of life” talk that covered the basics of what he’d need to know as a gay man. As he got older and started dating and figuring things out for himself, I like to think he benefitted from my balance of love, encouragement and occasional overprotectiveness. He’s told me as much in the last few years — that only when talking to other gay and lesbian friends he realized how lucky he was. And I think it all contributed to how close we remain today, and why I was so easily invited to move into his home! The first few days in the new place were interesting. On my only previous visit to their place earlier in the year, which lasted about 5 days, I think Jake and Kevin were on their best behavior, since I was “company”. Pretty quickly I noticed that they were more relaxed around me this time and quickly worked me into their joking banter, which was at times filled with playful insults, dirty jokes and weird pop culture references. I could roll with the jabs and raunchy talk, but I knew it might take me while to get all the video game and comic book stuff down. Which of course meant that they just called me an old fart who was out of touch, etc. So all good fun. Another eye opener was that they both tended to wear very little around the house. They were often shirtless and sometimes just in their underwear, which ran the whole spectrum from boxers to skimpy briefs, and everything in between. Most of their underwear seemed fairly high-end designer stuff that I wasn’t familiar with, but they assured me that my own Calvin Klein boxer briefs were stylish enough to pass muster in their house. I wasn’t bothered by their lack of modesty, and again it mainly took me back to the college years — it’s just how any group of guys are when you all live together, no matter who you like to fuck. Usually I was just shirtless with some shorts or jeans on in my own house, but after a few days with the boys I found myself relaxing in my Calvins while watching evening TV too. Both of them were in pretty fantastic shape, working out 4-5 times a week at their gym up the street, and Kevin often went running as well. Jake has more of a swimmer’s build, lean and toned, but I noticed he’d been packing on muscle in the chest and arms lately, Probably inspired by Kevin who had a broader chest and was more naturally built big. I was somewhere in between and was thankful my job perks included membership at a national chain gym, which was not far from my new office. I had to keep up with these boys, and seeing them run around half naked all the time was a good motivator to keep up my own fitness regimen. Their place was decent sized, with a separate dining room and family spacious living room. But there was only one bathroom which took some adjustments those first few days. With Jake in school and working as a bartender a few nights a well, Kevin (who just graduated) working odd hours as a chef’s apprentice, and me trying to start up a new office, none of us had a consistent schedule from day to day. So it seemed like someone was always needing to get ready to go when another one of us was just getting home. A few days of constant knocking on the bathroom door got old, so we quickly sat down and decided — if you’re taking a shit, lock the door. Anything else, leave it unlocked and be cool if someone comes in. Even though it was a small bathroom, there were two sinks so it was possible for the three of us to be getting ready at the same time if needed (assuming someone was in the shower). And while I don’t like to perpetuate stereotypes…man, these guys had me set up good with skin care products and grooming supplies. “No wonder you guys need help with the rent!”, I joked one day. “You spend it all on products and and creams and shit!” “Listen, Tom. Pantene and Irish Spring doesn’t cut it here! Only the best for us, and for our paying guests!” Kevin said, the first morning we were getting ready at the same time. He had just stepped out of the shower and I had woken up and was getting ready to shave at the sink. Kevin was wrapped in a towel and fixing his hair in the mirror. I was in some boxers and splashing some water on my face to help me wake up. I reached for my shaving cream and suddenly Kevin grabbed my wrist. “Hold up, daddy-o! Why don’t you give this stuff a try”. He reached over and handed me a bottle of shaving oil, some brand name that I didn’t recognize. “It’s way better than shaving cream, you don’t use as much and since it’s clear you can actually see what you’re doing.” “Huh” I muttered as I dispensed a little bit into my hand and started to rub it on my face. “It sure smells nice… How long have you been using this stuff?” “A couple years,” Kevin answered. “An old flame turned me onto it when I decided I wanted to start shaving my chest.” I turned and looked at him, a little surprised. “Wow, Kev, I have to say that you had me fooled…you’ve been running around with no shirt on since I moved in here and I never noticed any stubble anywhere. I figured you were naturally that hairless. Do you shave every day?” “Yup! Head to toe! I’m not that hairy but I like how it feels to be totally smooth. I leave a little in my pits but that’s really it! And with the shaving oil there’s never any irritation or cuts…it’s good stuff.” As he said that he was rubbing his smooth cheek with one hand and his chest and well-defined six pack with the other. And he was right…he had a towel on but from what I could see, the only hair below his eyebrows and the top of his head was some little tufts in under his arms. “Head to toe, eh?” I said, playfully raising one eyebrow and slightly grinning as a returned to shaving, but kept eye contact with Kevin in the mirror. Kevin cracked a big smile and said “you know it buddy!” and then surprised me by whipping off his towel. I looked over and, lo and behold, Kevin was shaved bare, no pubes at all…nothing on his balls, or legs either. I had seen his ass plenty of times already since moving in but hadn’t ever taken note of what was going on in the front, I guess. Which was difficult to imagine now that I was actually noticing because FUCK. This guy’s cock was impressive. He wasn’t hard at all (well, maybe a little?) but it hung thick and plump there between his smooth testicles, which were also impressive. I figured it was about five inches soft. He was circumcised and the head was a deep purple color, as thick as the rest of his meat. He ran his hand over the area where his pubic hair would have been and said “Feels so nice! And Jakey loves having me smooth like this…” he stammered after saying that, his smile faded a little, and he looked slightly alarmed. Clearly he had just remembered he wasn’t just talking to his buddy, but also to the father of the guy he was fucking. I chuckled and quickly tried to ease his discomfort. “Ha, Kev, don’t worry about saying shit like that. We’re all good here. Believe me I’ve been stumbling across Jake’s porn stashes and browser history since he was a teenager, I know he’s into shaved guys.” Kevin looked relieved and slapped me on the back. “Cool, cool, Tom. And hey…eyes up here buddy!” he said as he gestured at his face. I realized that even as I’d reassured him about his comments, I was still staring at tuzla genç escort his junk. I looked up at him and he just winked at me. “Enjoy the shaving oil, man, and feel free to use it any time! I’ll grab you your own bottle next time I get some.” He then playfully slapped my ass (a first for that), tossed his towel in the hamper and exited the bathroom. I let myself stare for a moment at his tight, muscled ass as he walked away. Gotta bump up the levels on the stairmaster if I wanna keep up with these boys, I thought to myself. I had a nice ass but damn, nothing that looked like that. In the following days, I couldn’t help but notice that Kevin seemed to enjoy being fully nude around me more often. Nothing that seemed out of the ordinary given how casual we all were around the house anyway, but it was still enough of a change for me to think his level of comfort had increased. Mainly just in the mornings after waking up and milling about the house (we all preferred to sleep nude, we had quickly realized). And sometimes after showering in the evening or after a run, he’d be strutting around in the buff. It didn’t turn me on or anything, but I appreciated the male form and he was a sight to see. Not that Jake was any less of a specimen in that area. He didn’t shave bare, but like me he kept his moderate body hair trimmed pretty close and it balanced out his otherwise youthful looks in a nice way. Especially in his designer briefs, at times he looked like he could have just stepped out of an ad for one of those underwear companies. He seemed more at ease about being totally naked around the house too. Since I had noticed Kevin’s endowments I also couldn’t help but assess my son’s assets as well. He was hung nicely too, not quite as long as mine (at least soft), maybe about 4″ but a little thicker than me. His pubes were neatly trimmed and blended nice with the smattering of hair on his stomach. His ass was lightly hairy as well and had a nice bounce to it when he walked. I decided I’d go ahead and not worry about nudity around the house much either. Sometimes I’d toss on my “around the house” boxers when I woke up, before heading to the bathroom or to eat breakfast. Other times…I wouldn’t. I realized that both Kevin and Jake might feel a little differently about it that I did about them, seeing as they were actually attracted to men and all. But I thought back to my conversations with my old roommate Jose who said I shouldn’t feel weird being naked around gay guys. “Listen Tommy” he had said at the time “If you see me or any other dudes checking you out, it’s a compliment. Guys should always feel comfortable being naked around other guys and admiring each others’ bodies. It’s not always sexual, it’s like a bonding and camaraderie thing, you know?” He, Max and I would often hang naked at home, and even took a few weekend trips to hot springs resorts back in the day, where most people went nude. Eventually we got to the point where boners in front of each other weren’t a big deal, which was a level of friendship I had never had before. We were more demure when we had guests over of course, but it was part of the reason I felt so tight with those guys. If this ended up being something similar with Jake and Kevin (and it was already starting to feel that way) then I wasn’t going to question it or worry about the fact that one of them was my son, or that they were a couple. The first time Jake woke up and walked into the kitchen to find me standing there stark naked eating my Corn Flakes, his eyes got a little big and then he chuckled. He was naked himself. He smiled. laughed and said “Glad to see you’ve made yourself at home, dad!” I faked confusion and said “What do you mean? Because I’m not eating my cereal at the table?” He rolled his eyes and went to get his own bowl of cereal. “Seriously though”, he said as he poured milk into his bowl, “Kevin mentioned that he loves how you’re just so cool with everything…and you are, you know? I’ve said it before, but I don’t know anyone else whose dad is so 100% comfortable with them being gay that they’d not only move in with their son and his lover, but hang out naked or whatever. Is it weird? I dunno…but I’m just saying it makes me feel happy. I’m really glad you’re here, dad”. He surprised me with a half hug, that was semi-awkward given that we were both naked and I was holding a bowl of cereal in one hand. But not as awkward as I would have thought. “I’m glad too, Jake” I said. “Besides, now that I’ve had a chance to see all of Kevin, I understand even more why you love him so much!” I grinned and made a teasing face, to make it clear what I was referring to. Jake smiled big himself. “Yeah well, you know I’ve always been kind of a size queen, and I love his body. He fucks me just the way I like it, hard and deep, but that’s just one of the many reasons he’s the man for me.” Hearing Jake say that so casually was a little shocking to me — “he fucks me just the way I like it, hard and deep” — but I guess it shouldn’t have. It had just been a good while since he had spoken so openly about his sex life with me. Since he moved out, I guess. But thinking back, he’s been pretty open with me since the beginning, and because of that I was able to be a better dad to him. ~~~~~ Even before his first time, when we talked about sex Jake seemed clear that he thought he’d like bottoming more. He told me he had his best orgasms masturbating when he was fingering himself and stimulating his prostate (though when he first told me this he didn’t quite have the knowledge to describe it that way). And after his first time — a few days after it happened, when he told me about it — he said he liked it, but I could tell he was conflicted. So I encouraged him to just be open with me, and let him know I was here to help if he wanted to talk. And he did talk, much to my surprise. The boy he had been with, a friend from his soccer team, was also pretty inexperienced. They used lots of lube and Jake said it wasn’t as painful as he thought it would be. But what made them both uncomfortable was, as Jake put it, “how dirty and smelly it was”. It sounded like that kind of ruined things for them both, ultimately. At one point Jake seemed like he was about ready to cry and I had to reassure him that it was totally normal, and that anal sex wasn’t always going to be as clean and simple as they made it look in porn. That conversation happened in the morning, and I told him we’d talk more that night, and sent him off to school feeling a little better. But I was determined to get him on the right track so the next time would be better for him. On my lunch break I headed over to a sex shop in West Hollywood to get Jake some supplies. After looking at the enema kits I realized I could get what I really needed at Walgreen’s for much cheaper. Most of the equipment at this shop was expensive and needlessly embellished, and the packages were heavy on the fetish imagery. I didn’t want to scare him, after all. This was actually my first time in a gay sex shop (though I had been in plenty of shops that catered to all audiences) and I was a little surprised at the lack of “vanilla” stuff available. But whatever, I thought. It’s not like the stuff I need has to come from here. As I turned around to head out I found myself face to face with a wall of cocks. Dildos, that is. And I realized that it would probably be good for Jake to have something to practice with at home besides his fingers (or, god forbid, some household item). So I found one that seemed small-to-medium sized and had some handsome tuzla kendi evi olan escort porn star on the box. I grabbed some lube and took it all up to the cash register. The guy behind the counter was a little older than me and quite a bit more hairy and muscular. His cotton shirt was almost totally unbuttoned and he looked up from his magazine, at me, and then down at my items. “Hey buddy,” he said, and I could tell he was trying to turn on the charm. “This it?” “Yup”, I said with a polite smile. “Huh…you know I would have thought you could take something a little bigger than this. You sure you don’t wanna get something a little more…robust?” And he made a face at me that maybe was supposed to be flirty, but just came off as awkward. I think he might have been stoned or something. Trying to deflect his weirdness, I said “Oh…no, it’s… not for me, it’s for someone else. My son. He’s just getting started with all this”. I quickly realized there was no reason to be giving this guy more details, but it was too late. “Oh, nice buddy…I love the dad/son dynamic, getting your guy all trained up. Trained a few sons myself in my day”. He chuckled to himself and it looked like he was reaching down to grope his crotch, but I wasn’t interested in what was going on down there. And he still was making no move toward doing the actual transaction I was there for. “That’s great, man.” I said, trying to be nice. “Could you ring me out for this stuff?” “Sure, man, sure…” he said lazily as he finally started working the cash register. “You should bring your boy in with you next time…I could give you guys some advice and show you some other items to help you with his training”. “Oh, no I don’t think so” I said, anxious to wrap this up and trying to keep it light. “He’s 15 so I’m sure he’s not even allowed in here anyway, heh” I said, with a small fake laugh. The guy stopped and stared at me with his eyes getting bigger. “Fifteen, buddy? Wow…so, wait…are you talking about your actual son? Like you’re his real dad?” “Um…yeah?” I replied. “Well shit…buddy you can bring him in here anytime you want. I’ll toss the `closed’ sign up on the door and we can try out whatever you wanna try. I’m up for that anytime.” He was getting way more intense and I made the mistake of looking down, if only to break eye contact. What I saw was that aside from his mostly open shirt, he was only wearing a pair of bright orange, extremely short shorts. And his hand was groping an obscenely huge erection. So huge, in fact, that the head and about an inch of the shaft was sticking out of the leg hole. He had a Prince Albert piercing and due to the repeated squeezing his was giving his member, precum was steadily oozing out of the slit and running down the chrome of his ring. “Uh…right. Probably not, listen, keep the change” I said as I tossed $60 onto the counter and grabbed the dildo and lube. I made a mental note to stay away from that place in the future, and got back in the car. Needless to say, my transaction at Walgreens was much less eventful, with the older lady not batting an eye at my purchase of the Johnson & Johnson enema bulb. That night when Jake got home I sat him down and we talked about how he can clean himself out before sex. He seemed really relieved. “I thought that we were doing it wrong” he said. “But this makes sense…how do you know about all this, dad? Did your gay friends tell you about this stuff?” I smiled and thought about telling him the college-era story of when Max and I found Jose’s “cleaning equipment” that he’d accidentally left in the shower we all shared, and made him tell us about how it all worked. But ended up just saying “Yeah, that’s how I learned about some of it. But you know Jake, straight people have anal sex too. And some of the women I’ve been with in my life really liked it, so this was part of my sex life too, in a way.” I refrained from mentioning that his mom had been one of those women who loved it in her ass. Jake seemed to take in this new knowledge with interest. Then he looked at the dildo and his face tuned a little more mischievous. “Thanks for this too…I’m kind of both excited and scared about this, but I think it’ll be pretty …um… fun.” “I just want you to be able to explore your own self and figure our what you like. It will make you a better partner and also help you keep yourself happy. Just remember to keep it clean and put it away when you’re done. I don’t want your grandma finding that when she visits”. We both laughed. ~~~~~ Jogging me from my trip down memory lane, Jake said, “Well I had better shower and get ready for school. What are you up to today, dad?” “Since it’s my first real day off in a week, and really since moving in, I have plans to do nothing at all. I’m exhausted, son, and just wanna relax!” “Nice, dad” he said as be slapped me on the shoulder and walked past toward the bathroom. “You’ve earned it. I can’t believe you’ve only been here a week! Just already feels normal in a lot of ways. Enjoy your day!” Jake left about 30 minutes later, and for the first time I had the place to myself. While in my bedroom, I had heard Kevin come in from an early shift at work and then quickly leave again, shortly before Jake left. I didn’t know when he’d be back but it was nice to put on my own music and just enjoy the space for a while. I unpacked my last few things and did some cleaning. I set up my laptop at the small desk in my room and remembered Kevin’s comment about watching porn, and realized I’d been so busy it had been days since I’d jerked off. And what better time than the present? I pulled up my chair, shucked off my boxers and found a couple of my best “go to” video files. One of my favorites was a scene where this really hot brunette chick was servicing two guys, and they kept switching ends, with one getting blown while the other fucked her in the pussy or ass. They’d swap every few minutes and she seemed to get more horny each time. Eventually they shoved both their cockheads in her mouth for a while, and then she turned around and they got busy trying variations on double penetration. That’s usually what sent me over the edge, especially the double anal. I was really enjoying the video when all of a sudden I heard Kevin’s voice saying “Hey Tom I was gonna clean up and run to the grocery store and…oh, shit…” I looked over and Kevin was standing in my doorway (which I realized belatedly that I had not closed), wearing nothing but some small running shorts, his body covered in sweat. He must have been out on a long run. I had left music playing in the living room and so hadn’t heard him come in the front door. I was a little shocked but didn’t really move to cover up (there wasn’t much I could do in that regard anyway). So I just said “Uh…hey Kevin. Shit, I should have closed my door, sorry”. I wasn’t that embarrassed, but was more worried that he’d be embarrassed. Not every day you catch your boyfriend’s dad with a wet hardon, jerking off to porn. But given how quickly we’d fallen into a roommate/buddy vibe, I should have know he wouldn’t care. “Ha, no worries, Tommy. I know you haven’t had much time to yourself lately. That looks like a fucking hot video too…” he said as his eyes moved to my screen. “Double anal, huh? And that’s some hot pussy too…” I wasn’t sure what to make of that last comment, so I just said “Uh, yeah it’s one of my favorites.” Kevin looked unsure for a moment and then said “You know…I was planning on rubbing one out in the shower anyway. You mind if I join you?” ======== Comments? Questions? Requests? I have some more chapters of this story planned out, and I’d love to hear your feedback and encouragement. Sorry there’s no actual sex in this first part but hopefully I’ve set the stage in an erotically charged way. Email me if you want, at ail

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