That first night with Alan had changed my life.
I had gone from a miserable widower to a man who loved cock, in one night. Now I wondered if my latent 'gayness' had rubbed off on my son.
I hadn't even thought of the ramifications if Lucas found out I was bedding his ex.
But I needed Alan in my life, in my mouth, in my hole at any cost.
Imagine my surprise when I woke up to the sound of soft chattering from downstairs. Alan was not lying next me, so I guessed he was involved down there. As I descended the stairs, in my gown, I could detect the unmistakable voice of my son, Lucas. As I entered the kitchen, the two of them were sitting, drinking coffee, chatting like lost lovers.
"Ah dad, Alan was just telling me how hospitable you've been, allowing him to use the spare room."
My head was spinning. "Sure, it was no problem."
"I've been a bit of an arsehole, dad."
"Yeah, Alan explained as much."
I looked at Alan but he sat face down to his lap.
"For reasons we don't need to go into, I broke up with him but I realised what a prick I'd been and after saying sorry, we've made up.
I was crestfallen, I wanted Alan now.
"That's why I couldn't stay with Gran and Grandad any longer, I needed to sort this."
"Is your 'problem' resolved?" I asked.
"Yes, I was just being silly. Oh and by the way dad, close your gown. Alan doesn't want to see your morning glory sticking out."
I covered up quickly, as Alan smiled knowingly at me.
"Anyway, I'm off for a shower, you joining me Alan?"
"Give me a minute, I'll clean these cups."
As Lucas went upstairs, Alan got up and came towards me, opening my gown again and putting his soft hand around my veiny cock. He started to softly pull.
"There was nothing I could do Jack. I'd come downstairs for a drink and he just showed up. I could hardly tell him I'd been up half the night banging his dad, could I?"
"Where does that leave us though?" I asked selfishly.
"I told you, last night wasn't a one-off."
Alan kissed me deeply as he pulled me and I soon spunked over his wrist.
"I have an idea Jack, just bear with me."
Despite the fact I was trying to steal Alan from my son, I didn't feel guilty. Lucas had broken up with Alan, he admitted it and Alan was free to fuck whomever he liked. All Alan did was protect me from Lucas's anger.
I wanted to grab Alan's cock but he declined, saying Lucas would be waiting.
"Don't worry honey, I'll be in touch very soon. Alan gave me your number as an emergency contact."
I stayed downstairs, for breakfast, my cock barely softening as I could hear them. I was tempted to walk in on them and take whatever was available. After a while I reckoned they were sleeping but then my phone pinged. It was a message from Alan. I opened it and a picture of his hard cock met my eyes. Another message pinged through, telling me that his cock would be in my hole before the day ended.
My response was 'How?'
'Wait and see' he texted back.
The two of them spent much of Saturday in bed but when they did appear, Lucas was eager to speak.
"Dad, I have a huge favour to ask you?"
"Carry on, son." I eagerly replied.
"It's about Alan, his parents aren't happy that he's gay and are throwing him out."
I knew what was coming next and my heart was beating faster.
"So what's the favour, son."
"Can Alex move in, just until he gets his own place?"
I pretended to think it over, when what I wanted to do was turn cartwheels and yell loudly in affirmation.
"Sure, son, why not, I like the lad."
"He likes you too dad."
If only Lucas knew how much.
"One more favour dad?"
"Go on, what is it." I tried to sound huffy but was overjoyed in reality.
"I've got a shift in the bar tonight. Could you take Alan to his place and collect his stuff?"
"Oh, I suppose so."
You're a star, dad!"
