To get things clarified, I was mostly straight before this happened, although I suppose I'd been curious for some time.
My name's Jack and I'm 42. A widower for the last four years, after my wife Becky had succumbed to cancer. I'd still not gone out with another woman. It just didn't feel right.
I had a 20 year old son, Lucas, staying at home. Just two years ago, he came out to me. It wasn't really a surprise, as he'd never shown any interest in girls. It was no big thing. Live and let live is what I say.
One day he was so nervous, it was obvious he wanted to ask me something but didn't know how.
"Lucas, for God's sake, spit it out, I can tell you have something to ask me."
He looked a little shocked by my forthright manner but decided to open up.
"Okay dad, you know I'm gay, right?"
"Duh, obviously."
"Well I want to ask if my boyfriend can stay the night..... and in my bed!"
"You didn't even say you had a boyfriend, Lucas."
"Sorry dad, his name's Alan, you'll like him."
I paced the floor, wondering if I could handle hearing my son fucking with another guy in the room next door.
"Hell, of course son, when are you planning on bringing him?"
"Tonight, if that's okay?" His eyes were like a puppy, tugging at my soft heart.
"Why not? I could cook us a meal. Get to know one another."
"Yuck, that sounds creepy dad. He'll think you're after a threesome." Lucas laughed.
I couldn't admit it but the thought made me hard.
They decided to have a night on the town and I didn't hear them come in until 2am. I was unable to sleep until I knew he was safely home.
The walls between the rooms aren't too thin but they couldn't conceal the contented groans as they were near to cumming.
Shortly after, I needed a pee and made my way along to the bathroom. Alan was just coming out, wearing nothing but a pair of tight underpants. I could see there was a drop of white liquid on the corner of his mouth.
"Hi, it's Alan isn't it? I'm so pleased to meet you."
Alan wasn't sure what to say in reply, merely grunting in acknowledgement.
"Looks like you still have some toothpaste on your lip." I suggested and walked into the bathroom without another word.
I stood in front of the toilet and started to pee. My mind was racing at the thought of Alan sucking my son off. We both knew it was spunk on his lips and I wondered how he would act in front of me in the morning.
When I got back to my room I lay down and started to stroke myself, all the while thinking of Alan's soft young lips around my shaft. I soon spunked over my hand and after a short hesitation, I licked my wrist, savouring the taste. The taste of cum wasn't new to me, I'd often lick Becky out after we fucked and I did enjoy it.
Ever since Lucas had come out, my mind had wandered over to thoughts of gay sex. I was sure no woman could replace Becky but another guy?
In the morning, I was first up and was downstairs cooking breakfast, when Alan appeared wearing one of Lucas's gowns.
"Lucas is just having a shower, he'll be down shortly."
"Good morning Alan. Have you brushed your teeth yet?"
My sarcasm didn't go unnoticed.
"No spunk on my lips today......yet." he hit back with a smile.
We both laughed.
We sat and had a coffee before Lucas came down. Alan was easy to chat to but I couldn't get the thought of his spunky lips out of my mind.
Over the next few weeks, Alan was a regular visitor and I really thought he was getting serious with Lucas.
Then one evening, out of the blue, the doorbell rang when I was at home alone in the evening. I opened the door to see a distraught Alan, sobbing away.
"What on earth's the matter, Alan?" I asked genuinely.
"It's Lucas.....he's dumped me!" Alan blurted out, whilst crying.
"So why come here?" I queried, maybe too harshly.
"I hoped I could speak to him. It's no fun being dumped by text."
"Wow! That's mean, it's not like Lucas. I'm so sorry."