Growing After Divorce

I had just divorced my wife Ava of 25 years, our kids had grown and left for college. Things did not go well after we had a empty nest. It seemed our sex life was pretty much non existent for the last 5 years and we couldn't seem to find the spark that we had when we were newlyweds. Well, she found it, just not with me.

I had came home early from work one afternoon early not feeling well. I found her in bed with our neighbor Ann, the new mother next door. My wife had been trying to help the neighbor out since ever since her husband had been killed oversees, being a new mother she did not have anyone to help. Turns out my wife had been helping her since about a month after her husband deployed. My wife had been helping in more ways than household chores, motherly advice or childcare. When her husband had deployed, she was 3 months pregnant and my wife always feeling patriotic, wanting to help the new family that had a man serving our country. My wife, ex-wife, told me that things clicked between and that they fell in love almost immediately. She had never been with a woman that I knew of and when they were together after their first time she knew she was a lesbian. It made sense since we were not "lovers" anymore, we had not been intimate in almost 2 years at that point.

Talking to Ava she told me the when Ann's husband died, it was almost like a weight lifted and half of the pressure on their strained love was gone. Then when I caught them it was almost like a blessing, especially since I did not overreact. She appreciated that in my reaction and we remained friends. I was hurt, but I knew she was right.

Ava was 45 years old and I was 50, we had grown apart. Our kids were not going to be as affected by the divorce as much as if they would be if they lived at home so there was little agreement and the separation and divorce was smooth. She moved in with Ann and I stayed in our house, the one our family had called a home for so many years. It took some time for the kids to adjust to there mom's new lifestyle, There mom had always been with me, a man, and now she was a lesbian and marrying a woman, but they really were in love.

Our kids and anyone who saw them together could see the joy they brought to each other. Our kids had accepted this new dynamic, even if her new wife was the same age as our youngest daughter Lily 21. I really think that was the hardest part of their acceptance, at least for Lily. I don't think they even cared about the lesbian part, we raised our kids to be accepting, even if maybe I was not as accepting as they were about certain LGBT relationships.

That was 2 years ago, and we were better as neighbors then when we were married, we had became good friends. My ex's wife Ann mentioned that her brother was coming to stay. It seems he was being kicked out of their childhood home and her parents were not accept gay relationships her brother had been having.

That must have been why they did not come to the wedding and she does not speak of them.

Since her brother Sam was now 18 and very much gay he needed a place to stay. Ava and Ann had volunteered to take him in until he got a job and his own place to call home.

Ann and I talked the next day.

She said, "My parents only have one more child left and my parents were not going to be happy. I know something they don't!"

Ann laughed. I was starting to like this girl, even if she did steal my wife, she was a little devil.

Sam moved in the very next day, I saw all of them in the front yard so I went out to say hi.

"Hello, you must be Sam," I said.

He shook my hand and I caught him looking at my eyes a little longer than needed. I wont' lie I did take an extra few moments to look at his face, it was almost feminine. If you could say that about a man.

He said, "It's nice to meet you sir".

"Well, aren't you a well mannered young man, it is refreshing to meet someone who speaks to there elders with respect," I said smiling.

He said, "You are not an elder sir, I think you look like a young in a mature kind of way".

"It was nice meeting you, I have to get back to my game. Please keep these two in line thou," I said pointing at Ava and Ann.

"Oh, I will," he said.

I walked away.

That evening I could not get Sam out of my head, it actually scared me a little. My mind was obsessing about him. I had met him for 2 minutes and felt nothing and now I cant sleep. His feminine face, messy hair, and tight jeans all on my mind. I was thinking to myself that I was not gay and I had never even looked at or thought about another man before. However, Sam was on my mind all night. His image in my head was causing me to get hard off and on.

I finally had to stroke one out. I looked for some porn online. I needed something straight to prove I was not gay to myself. I ended up finding a skinny tomgirl looking blond with short hair. She was blowing a daddy looking man. This video focused on her back, ass and face. I finally came into the towel I had prepared. I threw it in the laundry and headed to bed, thinking about the video. It could just as well have been a twink, there were no tits and the video never did show any exclusively feminine features like tits or pussy. Somehow that did not seem to bother me, because I realized that I in the back of my mind I was thinking about Sam the whole time.

The next morning was Saturday morning. I was laying in my bed barely waking up, I was nude. I had always like to sleep nude since the divorce, it seemed to be an extra layer of freedom. I decided to sit up and get going for the day. I sat up and looked down at my chest, stomach and cock. I was not hard, he was laying there flaccid. I thought about last night, meeting Sam, the video and and the pleasure all of those things brought me. Before I knew it I was rock hard.

Just then, there was a knock at my door. This was bad timing, I changed my thoughts and willed my hard on away, it seemed to work as I threw on a robe and walked to the door. The knocking continued.

I yelled, "Hold on, I am coming".

I opened the door and Ava was there. She said, "I bet you were, you perv".

I replied smirking, "You are jealous, you probably wanted to help."

Ava said, "not in your dreams buddy, that ship has sailed."

Getting back on task I said, "What can I help you with on this beautiful morning?"

Ava said, "Sam needs somewhere to spend the day, we had painters coming today and he can't stay at our house. I am taking Ann on an anniversary day trip to the city," she smiled and continued "We are not likely going to be home tonight, I want to spoil Ann with a fancy hotel and go all out."

I asked, "Where is your baby going to be?"

She answered, "The baby will be at sitters for the whole weekend and the painters had the code to get in and out."

I relaxed after finding out I was not the child care option they needed. I said, "send him over, I might even have some work for him."

She turned to walk away saying, "Thanks, I appreciate you."

"You're welcome!" I yelled to her as she was about to her door.

About 10 minutes later Sam was at the door knocking. I had put on some cloths at this point and I open the door. The sun was out and it was a beautiful day, but that paled in comparison to the angelic beauty standing before me. His angelic face smiled bright, he was wearing skinny jeans with a plain white t-shirt. I continued to look him over, his hair was still the short blonde mess I had seen before. I dared to look lower not seeing anything in his crotch region that stood out, possible a small bulge. It was nothing compared to the tent forming in my pants, luckily I had denim jeans on and they seemed to hold back my throbbing cock, which at the time was starting to ache for release and relief due to the sight in front of me. On top of that he was not wearing any socks, something I thought odd at the time.

I realized I was standing there taking in all he was when I realized I should let him in. I greeted him, "Please come in. Ava said you would be over."

He smiled as he replied showing me the cutest smile with those pearly whites, "Thanks for having me, I don't want to be a burden, but my recent move was not planned in advance and it looks like they had plans that could not be moved."

Once he was inside I offered to get him a drink, "Would you like a drink, I have coffee, tea, orange juice? even a Mimosa if you want it?"

He sat on the couch and replied as I gestured for him to sit, "Just a glass of orange juice would be great." He pulled his feet up on the couch to tuck under him, even feet were sexy in my eyes.

When I returned with the juice and my coffee we made small talk for about 5 minutes. There was nothing of substance in out conversation but I could not tear my eyes away from this creature sitting on my couch.

He mist have noticed my infatuation with him, he was very blunt when he said, "Mister, I noticed you checking me out for the last 5 minutes, do you want to fuck me?"

I replied ashamedly, "I'm sorry I am not normally attracted to guys, I have never been attracted to any male, I never been with a guy but there is something about you."

He stood up and took his shirt off and said, "I am getting naked, and then I am going upstairs to your bed, if you are not into guys then don't follow."

He took his pants off and I saw his cock, it was smooth and flaccid and he was shaved, his balls were smooth and round. Fuck I was hard. He walked away and glanced over his shoulder looking back at me and smirking. I would like to say I waited 5 minutes debating if I could do this, or if I was gay or if this was ok, but I almost ran to the room and in the door.

As I entered my room taking my shirt off and starting to take off my pants he said, "I am glad you are into guys, now let me finish taking those pants off and I'll make you happy."

He kneeled before me pulling down my pants and saw my rock hard cock, 7 inches to his possible 5 inches if I could guess. He was not hard so I could only assume he was a little bit of a grower like me.

He said, "I just love your cock Daddy!" as he opened his mouth swallowing me until my balls touched his chin.

He sucked for like 2 minutes and pulled off and said, "Can you talk dirty, really dirty to me, I like it when daddy talked dirty to me."

I had never had a woman or I guess in this case, guy ask for dirty talk I said, "Get back to work."

That was my attempt at talking dirty but I just did not know how, and I think he knew I would need some coaching.

He pulled off my cock and said, "I can help you, I can tell you are new to talking dirty. I will give you some phrases and things to say, feel free to add your own stuff if you feel you have something sexy to say."

He went back to sucking and every time he pulled off he would say things like, "Say suck my dick you little faggot!"

I repeated, "Suck my dick you little faggot!" After saying that I noticed his little penis start to grow. It did look like it was something I would want to touch, but not now right now I was on cloud 9. This little faggot was giving me a godly blowjob.

He pulled of needing to give me more pointers and said, "Say you like Daddy's cock in your mouth slut?"

I repeated, "You like Daddy's cock in your mouth slut?".

He nodded yes not talking my cock out of his angel lips. He was still still sucking and I could feel his soft tongue. All of this was giving me pleasure no woman ever had. I was actually focusing on not trying to cum.

I gained enough courage to make some stuff up, hoping it was something he would like. I was not sure he had heard some of it but it did sound hot in my head. "When you are done sucking, I will breed your little ass pussy you gay ass fucking twink."

His little penis was fully hard at this ping and I was it throb. God that looked sexy. I wanted to see it throb again so while he sucked and gagged I continued to try and not cum while thinking of new material. Finally, I thought of something and said, "You want your daddy to get your gay ass pregnant don't you faggot, you want your daddy to fill your ass pussy with his cum isn't that right, that is why you came over here because you really actually want your REAL daddy huh?"

That last one made him cum, he had only been sucking me and listening, not even stroking. It was the most erotic thing I had seen. his little penis twitched and spurted as he came on the floor in front of him.

I could tell his blowjob technique changed as he was cumming. He seemed preoccupied and lazy at sucking. It was not a bad thing, My cock was in his mouth, and that felt good enough. However, thinking about him cumming without any physical touch and watching him twitching down there set me off.

I came in his throat and mouth, I pulled out and he opened his mouth to show me what a good girl he was. Well, I guess what a good boy he was, it did seem weird to thing about him being a boy, but I was not kicking myself, I did want this now and it felt so right. I never thought I would ever feel like getting a blowjob from another male would be right in my mind, but this was.

After showing me his mouth full of my cum, cum that he earned and that I had given him, he swallowed it down in one gulp. he opened his mouth to show me it was all gone. I said, "Good boy." We laid back in the bed, me resting like I would after a good fuck with a woman and him as a woman might rest on my chest playing with my chest hair.

He looked up at me and smiled saying, "When you get hard again, can you fuck me in the ass?"

I smiled as we leaned together for a small kiss. Once we broke the kiss I replied, "I would love that, how do you want to do it? I mean what position?"

He said, "I want you to fuck me missionary daddy!"

I laughed and asked him, "Oh, is it daddy now? I do have a name."

He said, "I know, but I wont call you anything but daddy, unless you order me to say something else."

I replied, "Well I won't order you to do that, I kind of like when you say that. I mean look I am starting to chub up. But I am not sure you should call me daddy in front of Ava or your sister, and when or if you ever meet my kids you should not."

He questioned that, "Well for starters, Ann and Ava know I and gay and we talked last night about how I thought you were a daddy I would not mind turning." He continued, I even referred to you as daddy, they thought it was funny, even sexy for me to say that."

I aske him, "So you planned to turn me gay?"

He said, "I don't go around turning guys gay, in fact you are the first man I have been with that likely had never been with another guy. I was joking when I told my sister and her wife that, but it was funny when I said it. I hope I did not offend you?"

I did not want him to feel bad and my hard on was starting to go away. I needed to fix that my flaccid cock and also make sure he did not think I was made at him. I said, "To be honest, I don't think you turned me, I think I had never seen a guy as sexy as you before, no one ever made me question my previous straightness before. So I guess in a way you did turn me, but not in a negative sort of way."

We kissed and that seemed to help my hardon issue. He leaned his body into me as we kissed passionately. Our tongues teasing each others lips. He threw his left leg over me so his thigh was touching my balls. All my thought about how guys did not need to be with each other and that when I saw them together it seemed wrong went out the window. I needed this, I need this sexy twink more and more.

We finally broke the kiss after several minutes and he said, "I really liked the dirty talk, you read me like a book."

We laughed and kissed, started making out with our tongues in each others mouths. This felt better again then making out with my ex.

He noticed that I was hard and said, "Ready to breed me Daddy?"

Excitedly I ordered, "Get on your back so daddy can fuck his little one."

He said, "Do you have any lube?"

I responded, "No. I did not think of that, I was not planning this."

He had an idea, "We can use some butter or cooking oil I think, never did it before, but I think it will be ok?"

I started getting up to go get it and he said, "No Daddy, you relax and let me treat you like the king you are." he leaned in and kissed me quickly, then stood up and walked out of the room looking over his shoulder to make sure I was checking out his tight ass.

I thought this was crazy, I did not even know this guy before yesterday, I did not know I could be attracted to a guy and he was so into this and me. This was the best start to a day I had had since Ava and I split up.

He came back and said with a grin, "I am all lubed up!" His hand was oily and he sat on the edge of the bed grabbing my cock as he stroked it some while leaning up to me to kiss a little, just on the lips.

After kissing a while he said, "Are you ready to fuck my fag hole Daddy?"

I said, "More then ready!"

He got on his back and I got over him missionary style. I took a few seconds to take in the view, he was looking up into my eyes and smiling. I was thinking this was an awesome view. I said, "You are beautiful!" as I continued to take him in.

His feminine looking facial features, short blonde hair, smooth flat chest with tiny nipples begging to be sucked. A little lower I saw his soft flaccid penis next to my rock hard cock hovering over it. Just looking at him made me want to cum, and I knew just how to make that happen.

I lined my cock up to his perfectly white little asshole. I started to push in and looked at his face, he was almost in ecstasy as I was pushing in. About half way in looked like he might be in pain.

I asked, "Are you ok sweetie?"

He looked me in the eye and said, "I am just adjusting, give me a minute will you baby, you are pretty big!" I smiled and gave him some time. He smiled and added, "I liked that you called me sweetie, I have not heard that before, most every other time with guys and men it is pretty dirty unaffectionate terms. Like we did before during the blowjob, you are a nice guy."

I said, "Well, I understand you were horny before, so I get that you wanted that, but now I just want to make love to you. You are so pretty and deserve affection, I want to try to give you that."

We kissed and I throbbed in his asshole, he felt it and said, "Ok, you can push in more please."

Once I bottomed out I pulled out a little and back in and started fucking. He was groaning and holding my arms. He wrapped his legs around me and we made out more as we fucked. Kissing him felt so good. I really liked the way his tongue felt on mine.

He was hard at this point and I could feel him between us. This made me more excited and I started fucking harder feeling the need to cum. I told him, "I am going to cum!"

He said, "Cum inside me baby".

I did just that, it was the best cum of my life so far, we collapsed in bed I rolled over and lay beside him, both on our backs as we caught our breathe.

The rest of the day we kissed and cuddled. I sucked his nipples and gave him a handjob between kissing and cuddling. I think he really liked that. We did fuck one more time that day. We were sitting on the couch and he rode me while facing me so I could play with his nipples.

His sister called his cell around 11 PM. She had just got home with her wife. Ann was wondering where he was, the painters had left hours ago. He did not hide the fact about where he was or what he was up to.

We were on the couch. I was caressing and massaging his feet in my lap while he talked on the phone. He said, "Ann, I found a daddy, and I don't think daddy wants me to come home, at least tonight."

I could hear Ann excitedly saying something to someone on the other end of the phone. It had to be Ava. I sounded like Ann asked him a question.