Bbc Zach Moves-In!

Though my mind went momentarily blank, noises from the TV screen, Zach, and Victoria continued. This jack was anything but over. The commands of the Dom in the film, filled the living room and as I recovered, the scene in the living room was going hot and heavy. Zach covered in his own come was jacking toward another load, and Victoria had a fist deep in her cunt with her eyes fixed on the depravity that Black sub was enduring hungrily. Victoria was in sync with her, both excellent sluts. That sight, the sounds, the smell of sex had me hard again--or maybe I stayed hard even when blanked out. A little more oil and I moved toward what was always a near endless stream of tantric NEMO orgasms, and my God the Dom was strapping that Black babe to the Stockroom leather padded Bondage Barrel face down. Her head hanging over one end, wrists now hooked to the strap that held her on that diabolical platform, butt hanging out the other end as the Dom spread her legs and strapped her ankles to a spreader bar. The Dom was very experienced and careful with his sub, removing the clamps from her nipples before this new face-down position. She was in for a spit-roasted pounding, I thought, or maybe the Dom would just work one end at a time.

Then I saw another Dom enter the picture, also older, his substantial white cock hard hanging and a riding crop in his hand. Both Doms roughly my age with white/gray hair and beards, in great shape, and that alone made me happy. Age has benefits, and he was headed for her butt. Victoria and I had just such a black leather crop, though it honestly hadn't been used in years. Truth, since my early 20's, I had essentially been a Dom learning my way along. Power, authority, even when only expressed through soft-spoken verbal direction--were the essence of what made me hard. Ritual and the equipment for it, came later. Zach had noticed the power of my voice alone, and responded from day-one. He was a natural sub, but has in these last weeks been able to realize that he got off by taking on the leading dominant role. He hadn't known he had it in him, previously. I loved watching that transformation. As I've shared, I gave up my ass to him, and so did Victoria. He is a bisexual switch-hitter and role-player. Love and trust let that happen, now there is no stopping him. He is one powerful sexual being, top or bottom!

As we three jacked and moaned, ready for more, the scene on the screen took over completely. As I expected, this beautiful young Black bitch was going to be taken from both ends while strapped down helpless on that Stockroom Bondage Barrel. The first Dom was through with her blind-folded face and took up a position aiming for her butthole. He dipped into her gapping and dripping cunt, maybe for lubrication and maybe just because he could, then slammed into that Black butt in one motion while slapping her butt cheeks with his riding crop. She let out a scream, that was almost immediately muffled by the second Dom filling her mouth and throat with cock. The two white men looked at their Black prey, pelvises slammed tight to face and butt. They were in, and stayed all the way in for a good while.

The Black cunt was obviously experienced as well, unflustered and able to hold her breath calmly, as both men began to enjoy their feelings of power over her compliant body. The Dom in her butt looked to be building toward a fast load, he was picking up his pace having already worked her throat getting ready. He let out a loud grunt and jerked violently, slamming her butt full of come. He pulled his dripping cock out of that now gapping butt hole as if to survey the result, and here it came, a gush of his come rolled out and unto the wooden floor between her spread legs. Beautiful, then he slammed back in and began a second build up with slow deliberate strokes.

The newer Dom was having a ball ravaging that Black face, deep in her throat, she took a quick breath, and he was back in. He held her head up by her hair, her face smeared and dripping drool, and he blasted his first load in deep. It went down as we watched her whole body contracting, shaking, coming from both dominating events. She was in her own heaven, giving not one sign of resistance, she obviously wanted everything she was getting and so it continued. Zach shot another load, yelling "Take it Bella, you cunt, take it! Next one is for you mom!" He said with a horse voice, and he jacked on toward that end.

I was in tantric heaven, body out of my control, loving the scene on the screen and ready to watch Zach unload in Victoria. A few more hard jacks and he got up, flipped her over, and took her butt to the hilt in a single move. She groaned and fell down flat under the pressure, but wanted this surprise intrusion copying the action she had just watched on the screen. Two or three thrusts and Zach howled, "Here's your load mom, take it like my Black bitch Bella did!"

Victoria had no words, she felt that come shooting deep in her butt, later admitting she had thoughts of being bound and taking it without any choice. The idea now tantalized her, and she shook her way through a very real anal orgasm, full of Zach's come the two collapsed. My mind was torn, I wanted more of what was happening on the screen, and I saw Zach's butt in the air over Victoria and had thoughts of mounting him. But they were only thoughts, wonderful thoughts, the truth was we were all now spent. Remote in his hand, Zach sent exactly that signal by clicking the BDSM film off, way less than half through. We'd enjoy the rest of it another time. This night had run its course. A clean up, then sleep beckoned.

Sunday morning would come, and all minds were focused on Zach's lunch with Bella. Over breakfast, and with Atticus needing me so we hurried a bit, we all reflected on the huge learning of the previous day and night. So much packed into it; more fucking than we could count or even remember. The big Zach move-in, the two talks between Zach and Bella, a master suite all prepped and ready, and a BDSM finale that made sleep and recovery essential. As important for me, I suddenly felt young for my 70 years! Yes I had the great good luck of my fitness and health, and because I saw two Dom role-models who were easily my age. That BDSM video did me a big favor, actually it did all three of us a favor. The remaining question is where, or even if, Bella is regarding all this imagining that's going on.

As I was heading out the door with Atticus, I turned to Zach and asked, "What time are you meeting up with Bella, and did the two of you discuss appropriate dress for this Sunday lunch?"

"Thanks dad, we did discuss it and we both intend to make it special. I'm planning a preppy sport coat look," Zach said. "We're meeting at 11:30 figuring there's a lot of Sunday brunching going on at Silver City. I'll call over and make reservations in a minute, and I'll model my outfit for you two pronto!"

Zach was on it, and when I returned from a refreshing walk with Atticus, he already getting Victoria's opinion on options. He looked great, like a successful young Black man, happy with his life and optimistic about his future. Everything as it should be, and only appropriate anxiety. It had become a big deal. Reservations in hand, we both hugged him goodbye with some sense of parental sadness, and he was off.

"So honey, do you think he's okay?" I asked.

Victoria answered, "Yesterday and last night set some probably unreal expectations, who knows how this will go long term. I do think he'll be fine, and if they both keep their expectations in tow, this should be a good step forward. I think you and I will be nervous until he gets home. I feel like a nap, then a small late lunch. No telling when we'll see or hear from Zach!"

"Agreed!" I said, and we headed for the bedroom.

A nice hour nap, some coffee and a snack, a little bit of tidying-up and at about 3:00 my iPhone rang. "Hey dad, Bella and I have had a great lunch and talk. We're going to the Silverdale waterfront park for a little walk, and I'll be home in an hour or so. Bella is standing right here and would like to say hello to you both. Okay?"

"What a treat, put her on, we're sitting here together and are already of speaker phone!" I was surprised and excited, this seemed like a very good sign.

Then came the lovely voice of a very real Bella, "Hello Calvin and Victoria! I'm head over heels for your son, and hope to meet you soon. Zachery can't stop talking about both of you!"

What could we both say, but to gush right back at that sweetheart, "What a surprise and we can't wait to meet you too. To say that our son can't stop talking about you is an understatement. We'll see you soon." I stopped and held my iPhone in front of Victoria, "Hello Bella, I agree, what a treat that we'll get to meet you. We've been talking about the possibilities all afternoon. Give our son a kiss for us! See you soon!"

Zach's voice came back, "I'm not hungry, so please eat. Can't wait to fill you both in, and make plans to debut my Bella! Bye for now, I love you!" With that, Zach and Bella were off for an obviously romantic walk in the waterfront park.

"Honey," I said. "Good God, Bella called him our son! And I liked her use of his full beautiful name, Zachery. So pretty, we should use it more often. But I can't help but wonder just how much he shared with her in the last three hours. Exciting scary!"

Victoria was teary-eyed, "Let's eat, I'm blown away and can't wait to see our son. I need a joint, this feels special!"

A little after 5:00 brought a text from Zach saying, "On my way home, see you in a few. Bella is the bomb!" We both needed another hit, and headed to the bathroom.

The sound of Zach's car would come, and we both met him at the door. The ritual was familiar, drag him in, slam the door, and hug the daylights out of him. Victoria broke from the group hug, "Need anything to drink honey? You name it, then let's sit down on the couch, tell us everything."

"We had some craft brew tasting, I'm still full and don't need a thing except you two!" Zach was as ready as we were, so we all headed for the living room. Zach tossed his sport coat and sat down in his favorite spot, soft Blues and a pretty fire as background.

"Mom, dad, a far better Sunday lunch than I could have imagined, "Zach could barely contain himself. "Bella has packed more into her life at 35, than anyone I have ever even heard about. She's a woman, a lady for sure, but a grown up and self-aware woman. We clicked so well that each of us spilled our beans, every sharing prompting more sharing. I kept wanting to zoom home and tell you, then a whole new layer of sharing emerged. I would like to invite Bella home for dinner this Friday evening to meet you both. She feels the same. Can we plan on that?"

"Of course son, whatever you two wish, we are both thrilled," I said. "Please, share your sharing, how far did you take it? That was something hearing her refer to you as our son. Stunning! Beautiful!"

"Well, she has the basic picture, if not every single detail," Zach said starting slowly, probably a little worried that he had gone too far. "She knows that we have formed a family here, that I have come to recognize my bisexuality--she is also bisexual! She knows that we are lovers, all three of us, into role-play and kink. She not only made no judgment about it, she was excited by it, and by the potential it may well mean for her wished-for life and sexuality! I am hard as a rock, was all afternoon, and she copped more than a feel in the park and in the car. We are in sync!"

"Good fucking God, that is unreal," I said, as Victoria's head was spinning. "Did your sharing go up to last night?"

"Yes dad, and she had a BDSM relationship with her husband for two years. I think I told you he was an older former Vassar professor of hers. He was like you dad, a natural-born Dom, and a sensitive trainer. What we watched last night in many ways mirrored their relationship, her ex-husband or you, could have been either older Dom in that video. For a number of years after she ended that marriage, she only played with other women. Then like me, the last four years of her life have been masturbatory only, driven by fantasy. She sort of gave-up on ever realizing her real needs."

Zach continued, so much to share. "For her it goes back to the failed marriage of her mom and dad. He was abusive, not to Bella but to her mother. Any early imprint, as a therapist would say, built on what she heard and imagined between her parents. Her dad treated her like a princess, so in many ways she identified with and lusted over his dominating male-power. She can talk about it quite freely. She's healthy, has had a lot of therapy, and can of course differentiate between real abuse and seemingly abusive role-play." Zach hesitated, "Nothing is off limits, she loves the subject matter. Let's let her speak for herself. No rules."

"So son, any new rules for us, I mean the three of us between now and Friday's dinner with Bella?" I was more than curious, Bella had already had a big impact on Zach and I had to wonder about the impact on us.

"We are who we are, and no part of Bella wants to interrupt that truth. Of course I'll be in touch with her by phone, and share fully. I think she and I both hope that Friday will mark some, probably baby steps, toward including her. I'd like to relax and let the evening roll wherever you want, as soon as I call her and confirm that you both are all-in for Friday." Zach paused and added, "I told her about your counsel not to interfere with our phone conversation last night. Her reaction was to respect your thoughtfulness, but to also add that going forward she'd be nothing but excited to know that sexual-somethings were going on during an already intimate call. She'd cheer that on and get off herself."

Victoria jumped in, "You said 'she copped a feel,' did Bella actually suck your cock?"

"Yes she did mom, in the car she only had room to work the head, and I exploded fast after more than a three-hour build up. Our talk was hot foreplay, and I gave her a load she's likely still savoring. I need to call her now, then tonight let's the three of us reconnect. Think about what you want, back in a few!" With that Zach, grabbed his sport coat and was off to his room.

"Honey, I think we need a joint bad. Let's give Zach some space and digest the Bella-effect!" I was hot, bothered, and off-balance. Hard as a rock and needing release. "Maybe we finish that BDSM video, and play it as though that really is Bella? But I'll admit I am so hungry to suck his Black cock, maybe during the movie. Or I might just take total control!" I paused and added, "Honey, Bella is apparently an experienced bisexual. I know you previously were opposed to a MMF three-way, but look how that has changed because of Zach. How do you feel about the possibility that Bella might be understandably attracted to you?"

"You got me there honey," Victoria admitted. "I don't know what I don't know. Can't wait to meet her, the possibility has me excited, and confused."

A half hour later we all found ourselves in the living room, Zach and I in uniform, panties on, cocks hanging out a leg. The music was off, the video was rolling with the sound off, and Victoria also back in her bathrobe. It looked like a return engagement. "How did tonight's talk with Bella go Zach?" I asked.

"She needed to get off, and listening to her talk through it was incredible, but I held back myself. I need some grounding with you two," Zach offered. "This has been a great day, I see nothing but potential all around me. I feel blessed and a little overwhelmed by it all. I wish we were all four here right now, talking and feeling our way through it. Friday seems light-years away. Bella feels the same way. I'm in your hands dad."

My hands indeed, I thought. I had done so much role-reversal, and enjoyed all of it, that the Dom in me was somewhat lost. "I'm just dying to suck my son's cock, both to service it and to have you feed your Daddy. God I love both. Come here and sit with me and your mom, and let's see where this video is going. Pretty incredible that there's a Bella in play on the screen, and surely in your life Zach--possibly in ours too. Come here son." Suddenly my cock jumped, hearing my own voice go low and soft, but absolutely commanding.

I held the remote and our would-be Black Bella had that cock slowly thrusting in her butt again, and that second Dom was sounding ready to unload down her throat. My thoughts momentarily roamed back to that first bathtub event with Zach. God I loved his cock and that night's double service not only gave me two hard-won loads, but it was also the first moment that I heard the words "Oh Daddy" as Zach lay back and let loose. It was art. That cock, its gapping mouth that poured come into me, what a beginning. I needed to be fed again.

I let the movie roll silently, like a black and white moving graphic on the wall, leaving Victoria to herself as I took control focused on Zach. "Lay back on the couch as though you were in the bath that first night. I need to worship your cock again son, and I need feeding. I'm going to take my time and reconnect with you. Got it cunt?"

"Got it dad!" And he moved into position, Victoria moving to the chair with her bathrobe open, cunt dripping, her glazed eyes on the screen and ready for a second drama to unfold on the couch. Zach was hard, I held that cock in my hands like it was the first time, sucking and studying that giant mushroom head. I tongued his gapping come-hole, and moaned hearing myself say, "This is home for me."

Memories swept through me...

It was only a couple of weeks earlier that I met Zach at T&C, the produce section for goodness sakes. At 70 there I was stumbling onto my first real experience with sucking a cock, and what a cock, Black, a real BBC, attached to a handsome young gentleman who was so smart, likable, and really a straight arrow. I had considered myself bisexual, but only by fantasy. I would learn he never remotely considered himself bi, much less gay, and still there we were. He was in my home while Victoria was away in California. I had invited this young Navy man for dinner, honestly expecting nothing more, though I had cautious hopes. If I made the wrong move, rejection seemed probable. And then, after our dinner, he gladly accepted my offer of a bath. Then there he was, a Black man in my all white bathroom, surrounded by suds.

I remember sitting down next to the bathtub, handing him a beer, and took a chance picking up some soap and rubbing it across his shoulders. The head of his Black cock popped up through the suds. "Goodness, is that for me?" I said praying it was.

"If you want it," he offered, leaning back and sipping his beer.

I didn't hesitate and leaned over and took just the head of that beauty in my mouth. That simple motion felt like a home run, and a lifetime in coming. I was alone with a gorgeous and apparently very willing Black man, his cock in my mouth as proof.

The head alone was a mouthful, and he was hard as a rock. So was I, but my entire self was absorbed in a moment of pure Black cock worship. A Black cock head in my mouth, framed by white soap all around. I ran my tongue around it, sucked softly then harder, so absorbed that I hardly noticed his moans of acceptance and pure pleasure.

"Oh man," he said, "I needed this. Suck that dick, Cal." He was talking to me, encouraging me, and speaking to me using my name. I was in another world, took my bathrobe off and reached under the suds to cup his shaved balls and grab the shaft of this giant of a cock. I jacked and sucked. I had no use for words. My mouth was full and I wasn't about to let go.

He must have had a fat eight inch cock, though later it became clear it was much larger, way bigger than mine. I just plain wanted to languish in that moment. I had my hand tight around it, about four inches in my mouth, my head bobbing, The Blues in the distant background as his moans grew in intensity. "Cal, God I need to unload!" He was growling and I loved it.