I always resented the fact that I had to stay with my mother when my parents divorced. My brother, Dylan got to choose who he lived with and he chose our dad. I’m only two years younger and I knew what I wanted but I was treated like a little kid. I love both my parents pretty much equally I guess. Dylan and I were really close, though, and it was tough basically becoming an only child overnight.
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I always resented the fact that I had to stay with my mother when my parents divorced. My brother, Dylan got to choose who he lived with and he chose our dad. I’m only two years younger and I knew what I wanted but I was treated like a little kid. I love both my parents pretty much equally I guess. Dylan and I were really close, though, and it was tough basically becoming an only child overnight.
Even though the divorce was my mother’s idea, she was really bitter about it. I guess she was bitter for a long time, but now that it was out in the open, she didn’t have to pretend. She was also hurt that Dylan didn’t stay with us. In her mind, it should be the family against the dad that “abandoned all of us.” I guess Dylan abandoned her, too. She never tried to keep me away from dad, but there was always an unspoken expectation that I would choose her, and I didn’t.
I love my dad and my brother. When I would go visit, we were happy and had so much fun together. I know part of that was because they both went out of their way to entertain me and dad wanted to compensate for not being there and leaving me with my mother. There was just something special between them, especially over the past year or so. I thought maybe it was because, now that dad has changed jobs and he’s not always working, he was around more.
Then I started getting in trouble. I didn’t mean to. I don’t know. I guess I was angry, frustrated and hurting. I couldn’t tell my mother because it just would have made things worse. I was supposed to be her sweet boy. Us against the world. I couldn’t tell my dad because it would make him feel more guilty than ever. I guess they both ended up hurt because nobody understood what was happening with me. I wouldn’t even tell Dylan.
Then my mother met a guy at her friend’s birthday party and they hit it off. Suddenly, my mom wasn’t bitter anymore, but she was busy. Her new boyfriend told me to call him “Tom” because “Mr. Jackson” was too formal, if we were going to be family. TBH, that creeped me out. I mean he’s a nice guy, and it was obvious how happy he made my mom, but I wasn’t ready for a stepdad. I tried to talk to mom about it, not tell her she shouldn’t be with him, or anything like that, just tell her that I was uncomfortable. She totally lost it and said maybe I should just go live with dad.
Next thing I know, I was off to my dad’s house. He and Dylan acted totally thrilled to have me, and it was what I wanted all along, but it happened so fast. Like, in a couple of days. I barely had time to say goodbye to my friends. Then there’s just having your own mother throw you out. I mean, wow. So I moved in with my one bag. Mom and Tom were going off for a long weekend and we had permission to go over and get the rest of my stuff while they were gone.
Anyway, I had been there a couple of days when I heard dad and Dylan talking in Dylan’s room. I shouldn’t have done it but I thought maybe they were talking about me. I don’t know, but I put my ear up against the wall. They were fucking! I mean they weren’t already fucking but pretty soon they were. I shouldn’t have kept listening, but I just couldn’t stop. It was just so crazy. But it was also… hot!
It was a few days later I was going to talk to dad about it. I went into his office and asked if we could talk. I just said, “I know about you and Dylan.” He looked stunned and asked what I meant. I told him that I knew that they were having sex and they didn’t need to hide it because I didn’t care. The truth was that I didn’t know what I thought. I guess I was a little bit jealous. Maybe a lot. And a little bit curious, but I wasn’t sure that I wanted to be curious. But hard dicks don't lie. I don’t know. But I said it and I went to my room.
Later dad came to tell me that he had ordered a pizza for dinner and it was on its way. Dylan had gone out with friends. He promised me that he would tell them about me and see if they wanted to meet up sometime. I guess I hope so. Before the divorce, we were “the Standards,” we hung out all of the time, but we were younger then and things were… different.
Dad sat on the edge of my bed and we just looked at each other. Neither one of us knew what to say. Then he kissed me. I didn’t know I wanted it, well, I hadn’t let myself think about wanting it, until that moment. Suddenly I was thinking about how Dylan sounded when dad was fucking him and my cock was even harder than that. Maybe as hard as ever in my life. Then he kissed me again. And again. It was like a wrecking ball knocking down my defenses.
I don’t think he was trying to seduce me. Not really. He just wanted me to know that he loved me as much as my brother. I can say I’m as cute as Dylan is. I’m not as confident, but I’m as good looking, and my Dad’s other son. I’m pretty sure he wanted me. I needed to find out if I wanted him. I had to know what Dylan felt when I heard him moaning through the wall. Hard dicks don’t lie.
Before I knew it he was naked and I had my first dick in mouth. It was so big, and hard, and hot, and alive. His crotch smelled musky… like him… in a way I had never really thought about before. I swallowed it until I choked. The more he moaned, the more I wanted to please him. Then he reached over me and patted my ass like he wanted me to know what was coming.
After a while he turned me around and took my pants off. I knew he was going to fuck me, but he just stayed there for a moment with my cheeks spread open looking at my hole. Then he started eating my ass! I guess I knew gay men did that. I just never thought my dad would do it to me. It was so raunchy, but it felt incredible. I didn’t know my butthole could feel like that. I started to realize why gay guys like getting fucked.
He flipped me over on my back so he could see my face when he took my cherry. He put it in really slowly. It hurt, but it felt good, too. Having my dad inside of me was indescribable. We had never been closer than we were at the moment. It was like having him in my mouth times a hundred. I felt my ass just open up for him. He was leaning over me, thrusting in and out, moaning. All I could think of was that I didn’t want it to ever end, but I wanted to feel him come deep inside me so hard. I was home.
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