I Found My Son on Grindr

*This fictional story contains gay incest between father and son. All characters are over 18*

This story happened when I was 42 years old. At that time it had been ten years since I had separated from my wife because I discovered what I wanted in life. The decision to abandon my current lifestyle also resulted in not living with my son, the only reason I didn't take the plunge sooner. He was only eight years old when I left home, but I promised him that he would never miss me and that's how it was: we continued to spend a lot of time together, weekends, vacations... I remember that he was a sweet, lively and childish boy, but I saw him become into an attractive adult and increasingly responsible man.

Since I had a stable job at the time of the divorce, I decided to buy an apartment in the same city, not far from the house that my wife stayed with, that way my son Matthew could come whenever he wanted. As the apartment was for me alone, I only needed a living room with a kitchen, a bathroom and a bedroom. Although I had few rooms, the size of the apartment was enough for me. There I continued until the moment in which the story that I am going to tell begins.

I have never had a partner since I got divorced. I've had some friends and some flings, but never a couple. So, apart from some bars that I frequented, the only way I had to meet people is through Grindr. Over there I met quite a few guys to have a drink and for whatever came up.

One spring night, when it was starting to get a little hot, after dinner I started to watch TV, but I was pretty bored. I decided to go on Grindr to find someone to meet. On Grindr I used to be quite discreet, I only had a photo of my body with my face cut off, but I had no problem sending as many photos as necessary. People used to describe me as a bear: I was tall and burly, but I also had a belly. Quite a lot of hair all over the body, a bushy beard and close-cropped hair. In general, I liked dating men my age, although I didn't shut down when a young man talked to me.

That night I received a message from a profile with a photo similar to mine: a faceless boy sitting on a stone wall. His profile description confirmed that he was eighteen years old. We started talking and I found him to be quite a nice guy. The conversation progressed nicely to the inevitable question asked on this app: "What brings you here?" At my age, I was no longer looking for a serious relationship, I was very comfortable single. Like I said, I had the app to have a drink and, if it came up, to fuck. I told the boy that this was what I was looking for and that I understood that he, due to his age, probably wasn't looking for the same thing.

"Maybe that's what I'm looking for," he replied. I began to think that I had never been with someone so young and that I wouldn't mind doing it. I was pretty excited that night, so it wasn't hard for me to follow the conversation. He kept telling me that he didn't have much experience, that he had only given handjobs and a few blowjobs to a boy he was with, but they never got any further. I told him that it didn't matter, that blowjobs were enough to have a good time, to which he replied that he really liked giving them.

"I'm sure a man like you has a huge cock," he told me. The conversation we were having had indeed made it quite hard for me, so I decided to take a photo of myself to send it to him. The boy was not on the wrong track: my dick was big. It was about eight inches tall and quite thick, circumcised and a bit hairy, with a few veins that stood out. "Is it what you imagined?" I told him after sending him the photo.

He seemed to like it, because after that he suggested that we could meet to fuck. This made me super horny, so much so that I couldn't help but grab my cock to jerk off. He accompanied his proposal with a photo of his pompous ass on all fours. Now that was an ass! White, without any hair, pink asshole, a perfect shape. I really wanted to put it in. "I'm home alone, you can come if you want. But first I'd like to see a picture of you," I said. I had it in the bag. The photo was the last step before giving someone my direction; I like to know who I'm fucking before doing it. He sent me the photo.

I was totally petrified. I recognized the brown curls, the brown eyes and the sweet face of my son. I didn't know how to react, I put my phone down and started to think. I had discovered that my son had already given blowjobs, that he used Grindr and that he took dirty photos of himself. I had been attracted to him, and he to me when I showed him my cock. Then the realization hit me that I sent my own son a picture of my cock! Would he have realized it was me? It was unlikely, since he had never seen me like this. But what if he had, and that's why he'd followed the conversation? I decided to go to sleep, even though my horny was still there and my dick was still hard.

The next weekend he would come to spend it with me and I didn't know whether to bring it up or not. I chose to act as if nothing had happened, even though inside I was very nervous. Besides seeing my own son in that situation, there was a chance that he might have recognized me. When Friday afternoon arrived, my son showed up at home, I noticed that everything was as usual on his part, so I deduced that he knew nothing. After catching up at dinner, we each sat at one end of the sofa to continue chatting. I couldn't help but look at him, imagine him in the pose in the photo.

I finally decided to tell him about what happened. I first asked him if he had a boyfriend; he had come out to me a few months ago. He said no, so I had to figure out a little more to bring it up. I started with a string of questions like if he had already been with boys, if he had done it with protection and all the others that occurred to me. The information was the same as what he had told me days ago on Grindr, but I couldn't say that I already knew it. I directly asked him if he used the app, to which he replied no.

I knew at that moment that he was lying to me. I took a deep breath and started telling him about our conversation on Grindr. His face changed color until it turned red, just as my tone of voice went from serious to understanding. I concluded by telling him to please be careful with what you do in that app. He apologized to me and immediately went to sleep. Since there was only one room in my apartment, he and I slept together. I began to doubt if I had done the right thing in telling him, as it seemed that I had given him unnecessary hardship. It took me a while to go to bed, I wanted my son to be alone for a little while. I drank a beer and smoked a cigarette while watching a movie before going to sleep.

As usual, when I got into bed, I took off my pajamas and was in my underpants. I went up to my son and whispered goodnight to him. I got a small shrug from him in response, he was asleep. After a few minutes I noticed how my son hugged me, putting his head and his hand on my chest. His heart was racing very fast.

- You know? The other night I touched myself with the photo you sent me. - He said as he slowly lowered his hand from my chest to my belly, caressing all the hair on my torso with it. My breathing matched his heart.

- I've never seen one so big... - he blurted out as he slid his fingers under the elastic of my underpants. I was really tense: I was nervous because my own son was blatantly groping me and, at the same time, excited for the same reason.

- And now that I have it so close... - I decided not to say a word and listen to what he had to tell me -... I can't help but think what it would be like to have it in my hands.

As if it were an invitation, I moved my underpants a little and let him be the one to put his hand in. He began to caress my cock, very carefully, but also very anxiously. As expected, it didn't take me a minute to get rock hard which surprised my son who started jerking me off and gasping like he had never experienced such pleasure before.

He didn't hesitate for a moment to get on his knees between my legs and start licking my cock. The jerking from earlier had made me release some pre-cum, which he gladly picked up with his tongue. Once clean, as if still looking for more, he put half of my cock in his mouth and began to suck. I let out all the air I had been holding in the moment he started to run his tongue over the bud and I started to gasp as he sucked me off. It seemed that it was clear that my role was to moan while his was to make me enjoy.

My son asked for more, and I wanted to give it to him. I knelt on the bed, already without any clothes, and took off my son's shirt, leaving him in his underpants. He, who was still on all fours, put my cock back in his mouth and continued sucking while I caressed his head. It had been a long time since I had enjoyed a blowjob this much. I caressed his back while the boy did his job, letting my hand run over his ass, so soft and round. I noticed how my son was trying to swallow all of my cock and, seeing that he wouldn't succeed, I helped him by pushing his head. My dick was fully impaled in his throat, I heard how he moaned with his mouth full of his father's cock and, after a few seconds, he pulled it out of my mouth, gasping for me to fuck him, his voice cracking with the effort.

I didn't hesitate, I didn't even think about not doing it. I simply got behind him, took off his underpants and, both kneeling, I began to insert my cock bareback. He had left it so full of saliva that it was not even necessary to lubricate his ass. His ass was making its way while my cock advanced. I gripped his hips tightly, squeezing them more each time I was inserting it. He, who held his father's cock like a champion, emitted a mix of moans and screams that made me even more horny. Due to previous experiences I made the decision to slow him down; some had not put up with a dick like mine. As I wrapped my arms around his smooth torso and brought his ear to my mouth, I moved my hips slowly and rhythmically, my body sounding against him like applause.

I was moaning into my son ear, asking him if he liked how his father was fucking him. He didn't answer me with words, but with moans, to which I responded with more moans and more thrusts. After a while of maintaining that same position, his body fell tired on the bed, keeping my cock inside. He told me that he was tired, but that he wanted me to fuck him now no matter what. His ass and my cock matched perfectly. I had already noticed a while ago that it didn't hurt, so I didn't see what was wrong with fucking him as he asked me to.

I lay almost my entire body on his, I grabbed both his wrists with my hands and put them on his head, I took a breath and began to fuck him very rough. He, totally immobilized, could only moan while I rammed his ass hard. We both enjoyed the situation; at that moment we stopped being father and son to being two men who were sexually attracted to each other and who wanted to enjoy each other. Even though, the reality was that my own son had offered me his ass, which I had fantasized about a few nights before. The reaction when I thought that was to stick my cock deep inside. He let out a pleasurable cry and the muscles in his ass began to tense forcefully until, suddenly, they began to throb accompanying his moans. My son had come, without touching himself, just with my cock.

I took it out and started jerking off. There was nothing left for me to come; the situation had heated me more than any other. My son, turned around and put his face close to my cock. He looked exhausted, but he wanted to receive his father's milk in the face. I kept jerking off as I watched his face and his belly stained with his own cum. Within a few seconds, I began to cum. The first shot went to his face, but realizing that my milk was coming out, my son latched on to my cock and took it all in his mouth. I don't know how much cum I got, but I do know that my son, before swallowing it, had his mouth completely full.

That night we both slept naked, sweaty, full of semen and satisfied for having done it. From then on, our relationship improved in a very short time and we gained a lot of trust. The same night that I have told you about was repeated a few times, days and nights in which, for a moment, we put aside who we are and dedicated time to enjoying our bodies and our desires.