Growing up with Dad

Many things have changed when I started studying at U of I. The campus was in Champaign, more than 2 hours drive away from home. During the week, I slept in the dorms and returned home for the weekends. After the second week, Dad asked me how I was adjusting to the new academic environment. I said it was OK. He stared at me for a long moment but remained silent.

On the following weekend, at dinner time, Dad said, "Leon, the company hired a lady to take care of our finances. I invited her for dinner at a restaurant tomorrow. I told her my son would likely join us, and she smiled, telling me her son may do the same. I think he is older than you by one or two years. Is it OK?"

"Dad, if you want me there, I'll come."

"Great. She is very nice, and a good relationship with our company's financier is helpful."

...

The following evening, Dad and I dressed nicely and arrived on time at the Italian restaurant. The guests weren't there yet. Our table was ready, and the waiter led us to it. Five minutes later, the same waiter guided a woman and a young guy to our table. Dad introduced us, "My name is Marco, and this is my son, Leon. This beautiful lady is Paige, and I assume... your son?"

She extended her small palm to me, "Nice to meet you, Leon. Yes, this is my son, Evan." I gazed at her face. She was middle-aged with a short hair, cute face, and a pleasant smile. Her son was much taller, with long hair, a tattooed neck, and a mischievous grin. After ordering the food, Paige began discussing a work-related issue with Dad.

I asked Evan, "What do you do?"

"I work as a mechanic downtown. And what about you?"

"I just started college at the University of Illinois in Champaign."

"Good for you. I have a couple of friends there, and I visit the place often."

"So at times, we might see each other."

"Look, on Wednesday there is a concert by the Renegades. Interested?"

"I haven't heard about them, but I am willing to try."

"Give me your phone number, and on Monday I'll text you the details."

I smiled at Evan. He looked different than anybody I ever met before, but he seemed nice. In the meantime, I noticed Paige and Dad were busy talking about more personal things like foods they liked, hobbies, and destinations they wished to visit in the future. I was usually shy in company, but with Paige and Evan, I felt much easier. At the end of the evening, we clicked so well that Dad invited them to our house the following weekend.

...

On Wednesday, I arrived at the concert's place by Uber. The event was in a small hall with about 60 screaming fans. It was loud, and people were jumping in their seats. I could hardly hear the songs. It ended at 10:15 pm.

Evan turned to me, "Leon, let's go to the nearby bar for an hour. Tomorrow you start late, don't you?

"But I am not 21 yet..."

"I've been to this bar several times before. Nobody cares about age. By the way, I have a fake ID, so we can even get beers."

I joined him, and he was right. Nobody checked our age. Evan bought a couple of beers and gave me one. He knew I hadn't tasted beer before, and he handed me a Miller Lite while he grabbed Heineken. Mine was slightly bitter but not bad. He persuaded me to try my hands at the pool table. He was good while I sucked at it. Evan laughed. I gradually started liking the beer taste and finished it in less than 1/2 an hour. He offered me another one, saying, "You do not drive, so it shouldn't be a problem." I drank it and felt slightly lightheaded. When it was time to leave, I wobbled. He helped me to his motorcycle, made me sit behind him and hug his tummy. It was a fun drive. I remember my hands slipped a couple of times, feeling a hard object in his pants. Was it an erection?

We arrived at the dorm. I could hardly move. He almost carried me to my room. I sat down and mumbled, "You were so nice. The ride was awesome. What was it I felt in your pants?"

He watched my eyes for a long time and said, "You played with my cock. Don't you remember?"

I giggled, "I don't remember that."

He sat by me, hugged my shoulder, and whispered, "That's OK. I like you. Do you like me?"

"Yes, of course."

"How much do you like me?"

"I don't know. A lot."

"Leon, I think you are very pretty."

I grinned, "You mean handsome?"

"No. Pretty. You are short, with delicate facial features and full lips. I have the urge to kiss you. May I?"

My blurry mind was playing tricks on me, and I stuttered, "Yoou like me THAT muuch? We hardly knoow each other."

"I liked you from the first moment I laid eyes on you."

I didn't answer. I leaned on the backrest and closed my eyes. The next thing I recall was his firm lips on mine. He parted my lips and inserted his large tongue into my mouth. The alcohol in my system decreased my ability to resist, but now I am not sure I even wanted to. Evan was the only man besides my Dad who treated me nicely. And he was also tall and manly...

I let him kiss me, and after a short while, I even reciprocated. While continuing French kissing me, he took my hand and placed it on his groin. A giant bulge welcomed me. The combined effects of 2 beers, a passionate kiss, and the feel of his raging hardness aroused me. I did not resist, and my palm caressed the covered tool. Evan continued sucking on my tongue, and I felt him unzipping his fly. A short time later, he freed his pole and guided me to massage it with my hand. It was really very big. I could not encompass it with my fingers!

He disengaged from my mouth and gently pushed my head down onto his pecker. It was even bigger than Dad's. It was pinkish with protruding helmet. My lips enveloped the soft head and milked it lightly. He groaned and blurted, "Leon, I love your lips." I was able to take most of his engorged cock before sensing it touching the back of my pharynx. I licked, squeezed, and sucked his prick for about 10 minutes before I felt he was ready to cum. Despite my preparation, his hot lava erupted at high speed and volume, and some spilled on Evan's thigh. When he finished, I lapped the rest and leaned back on his shoulder. The way he looked at me was indescribable: It reflected awe, surprise, and pleasure all in one. I smiled back at him.

He stood up, and said, "Thank you. I'll call you you later."

...

The following afternoon, Evan called me, "Leon, are you all right?"

"I am better than all right."

"Last night you were under the influence. Do you remember everything?"

"Perhaps not everything, but enough."

He mumbled, "I loved what you did for me..."

I joked, "The kissing or the BJ?"

"So you DO remember. And you are not upset?"

"Not at all. I'll be upset if I find out you have STD and you didn't warn me in advance."

"Are you suggesting you won't object to repeat it?"

"Evan, I may not be very experienced, but some time ago I realized that I was gay. Last evening I became horny and sucked you. If you promise to be nice to me, we can become good friends."

"Have you had... penetration yet?"

"Yes."

"You amaze me. I had no idea. Can we meet in your room in an hour?"

"Sorry, but no. I have to finish a class assignment. Tomorrow after school, I go home. Are you coming with your Mom to our house this weekend?"

"I wasn't sure if I wanted to, but now I DO wish to join her."

"Fantastic. So we'll have enough time together."

...

When Paige and Evan rang the bell, Dad opened the door. He politely greeted both of them, but soon it became obvious that his mind was focused on the mother. He seemed relieved when Evan and I went to my room and closed the door behind us.

Evan didn't waste time, he French-kissed me and said he missed me. I smiled. I liked hearing he missed me.

I asked, "Would you want to drink or eat something?" He muttered, "YOU!..."

I sat on the bed and grinned at him. He ordered, "Undress me."

I took my time unbuttoning his shirt. He wasn't wearing an undershirt, and his large tattoo and hairy chest captured my eyes. He smelled of too much deodorant. Then I knelt at his feet, lowered his zipper, and his tumescent organ thrust upward before my face. I didn't bother with his shoes. I grasped his glorious pecker, and wrapped my lips around it. The odor and taste were fresh - Apparently, he showered a short time earlier. He groaned and moaned, but refused to cum in my mouth. He pushed my face away and instructed me to undress as well.

I performed a short striptease, exposing to him my much smaller yet stiffening penis. He smiled, "We can use it as a long clitty..." I wasn't offended; even before, with my Dad, I realized not only I was gay, but I was a bottom. So now that Evan discovered it too, there was no reason to hide my flaws. Evan was clearly the top. When I finished removing my clothes, I twirled before him and heard him say, "Leon, I love your bubble butt." I grinned.

Next, he laid me on my back, lifted my legs over his shoulders, spit a couple of times on his erect tool, and gingerly inserted the helmet into my anus. I helped by relaxing my muscles and pushing my ass into him. Despite his thick shaft, the careful, slow penetration caused no pain and only extreme pleasurable fullness. He stared at me. I smiled and nodded 'yes.' He started plowing my hole at an increasing rate. His constant nudging of my prostate aroused me and soon my member hardened and reached its maximal length of almost 5". Instinctively, my hand moved to my cock and began bobbing it. He watched me do it and whispered, "Yeh, baby, go ahead. I think we'll climax together. Then he bent, French-kissed me, and tensed. Just before cumming, his fingers twisted my nipples, sending me to the promised land. I came powerfully, ejecting several jets that reached up to my neck. Evan orgasmed soon after, spasming and spewing his slimy stuff deep in my bowels.

After he was done, he rolled on his back and glanced at me. I grinned at him. He didn't. His eyes moved from my face to his leaky deflating member and back to my face. His hint was clear: He wanted me to clean his tool. Normally, I wouldn't dream of taking orally an organ that spent time in my ass, but Evan gave me such a blissful climax that I felt compelled. I licked the spongy head, attempting to hold my breath and ignore the smell. The taste was mildly acidic yet tolerable. I cleaned his junk with my tongue, and later lovingly milked the shrinking pole a couple of times.

He laughed, "Leon, you are proving to be a great partner. From now on, I think I'll be your new Daddy."

I joked, "You want me to have 2 Daddies?" If he only knew both Daddies used me sexually...

"When you are home, your father is your official Daddy, but everywhere else, I'll be Daddy. In return, I'll make sure my baby will enjoy my company and especially the sex with me. What do you say?"

I hesitated. "We can try, but keep it a secret from everybody including our parents."

"No worries. I will. By the way, I think the relationship between my mother and your father is getting warmer. Before driving to your house, she seemed anxious and a couple of times changed her clothes before the mirror."

"It will be nice. Both of them deserve to be happy."

We dressed up and exited my room. We found Paige and Dad sitting together watching a sitcom with his arm around her shoulder.

Evan and I approached them. They eyed each other, and Dad said, "We clicked, and Paige agreed to date me. We hope both of you find it acceptable and be happy for us."

From the corner of my eye, I saw Evan smirk. I didn't want him to tell our parents about us yet and blurted, "Evan and I felt that you guys found chemistry, and that's why we closed our door. Congratulations." Then I turned to Evan and with pleading eyes signaled not to talk about our relationship yet. He understood and sat down. They left a short time later.

After they drove away, Dad asked, "Leon, if I go out with Paige, there are going to be times we'll need some privacy. We both work on weekdays, so except for a rare vacation, at times we'll need the house for ourselves on weekends. And what about you and me?"

I eyed him, "Dad, you deserve your own happiness. Knowing you married Mom and had me says you were not strictly gay but bisexual. I'll miss our sessions but manage. Some weekends, I can stay in Champaign, and we'll talk by zoom or phone. It's time for me to grow up and find my own friends and a mate."

"Are you sure? As long as Paige and I are not OFFICIALLY attached, if you wish, we can find times to continue enjoying intimacy. Would you like that?"

"If we do, how do we decide when to stop?"

"It will be our last time whenever one of us starts feeling uncomfortable. As of now, Paige and I just agreed to begin dating, but we haven't had sex yet, so we do have time if YOU are up to it."

"OK. So tonight I'll sleep with you again."

...

Before getting to bed, I showered thoroughly and joined Dad. He hugged and kissed me. The difference between sex with Evan and Dad was significant. Dad was gentle. I was still a bottom, but was treated with tenderness. Evan seemed to take his role as the top in a more dominant way, needing me to be his sub.

Dad kissed my lips softly, fucked my back hole cautiously, ensured both orgasmed, and thanked me afterward. I went to sleep, leaning my head on his groin with his shriveled dick serving as my pacifier.

The next day, Dad and I spent the whole day together. It felt like a separation... In the evening, I drove back to my dorm.

For 2 weeks, Evan visited my room every other day. He tried to entice me by bringing me chocolates and once, even flowers. I chuckled, "Dear Evan, among the two of us, you are more manly, but I am not a woman. Flowers are not my thing..."

He joked, "How do you feel dressing up like a pretty lady, and we'll stroll the streets hand in hand?"

"Are you serious?"

"Personally, I think it could be fun."

"I don't think it's practical: I've never done it before, and I do not have women's clothes."

"We can compromise: In a few months, we'll have a Halloween party. May I buy you a lady's attire for that occasion?"

"Let me think about it."

Evan turned out to be an aggressive lover, but he treated me well. A week later, I allowed him to move into my small room. He slept there 3 nights a week. After classes, he either brought take-out meals or invited me to a nearby restaurant. Unless I had to study, several evenings we went to concerts and bars. He became a good lover. During sex, Evan was the one who decided the place and our position. He loved talking dirty and forcing me to beg him to fuck me while calling him Daddy, but he made sure I always came during our sex. I liked him. A lot!

About 3 months after their fateful visit to our house, Paige and Dad got engaged and planned to get married 4 months later. I thought it was the right time and told Dad about Evan and me. Initially he was surprised, but then he asked a single question, "Are you happy with him?"

"Yes, Dad. Evan has many tattoos, and he pretends to be tough, but he treats me nicely."

"OK then. I am sure Paige will be happy to hear it. Both she and Evan will be here this weekend, and we can talk about everything."

...

This time I opened the door. Paige wore a short black dress and looked amazing. With a touch of makeup and lipstick she could pass for a much younger woman. I told her that. She grinned, "Thank you, young man. Unlike my son, who criticizes me too often, you are a real gentleman." Evan stood behind her and winked at me.

I brought plates with snacks, fruit, and cookies Dad and I prepared before and opened a bottle of wine. Dad said cheers. We all sipped the wine, and Dad talked about their plan to wed soon. Both Paige and Dad said their intention was to live in our house after the wedding, and they asked me where I wished to stay during my longer vacations. Both emphasized I was always welcome to stay in my room and it would be a pleasure to have me around.

I stared at Evan and blurted, "Dad already knows, but Paige, I am not sure if YOU know about me and Evan."

She glimpsed at her son and mumbled, "Evan never mentioned it like that, but the way he spoke about you, I knew that you were VERY good friends. I am not condemning it, but I had no clue Evan had gay tendencies." She turned to Evan, "Honey, are you happy with your current relationship?"

He smirked, "Mom, so far I have no complaints. Both Leon and I are big boys, and if one of us feels differently, we'll separate."

Paige smiled, raised another glass of wine and announced, "In that case, cheers to your relationship too!"

...

Following that meeting and even before the marriage, Paige moved to our house. I stayed most weekends in Champaign or went on short trips with Evan. Our relationship progressed into a male dom and a male sub. I accepted my role, and on days Evan slept in my dorm, I cleaned, cooked, and even did his laundry. Each morning I'd wake him with a blow job that ended in a happy ending, and every evening he thoroughly fucked me till both orgasmed. At least for now, I like our arrangement.

My only question is what to do about the upcoming Halloween party. I know that Evan loves the idea. Unbeknownst to him, one afternoon I went to a nearby Kohl's store and tried various types of female underwear. They felt comfortable and sensual. I measured dresses and shoes, and even tried wigs and lipstick colors. I might have been biased, but I thought I looked quite attractive. Right now, I am inclined to agree going as a woman. Just thinking about it gives me the shivers...