Friend's Visit | THE MEN OF THE FAMILY | Vol. 1

Apolo and I have been friends since we were young. Best friends at one time. I guess having the same name, and an unusual one at that, made it impossible for us not to notice each other in school. When we discovered that we only lived a few blocks apart, a friendship was sealed. It was that night in the tent, camping by the river, that things changed. I don’t know if it was the fact that the wind and rain chilled the air, or the mild sense of fear evoked by the thunder crashing and lightning ripping across the sky overhead that brought us together.

We found ourselves snuggled into our zipped together sleeping bags. A refuge from the storm. No one could hear us above thunder. No one would come looking for us in the rain. We were literally in our own little world where the every day seemed far away. A fertile garden where the unspoken feelings between us could take root and grow. I can’t remember who kissed who first. I only know that it felt like the most right thing in the world at that moment.

Once that door was opened, everything else was inevitable. That night we discovered what love was. What our bodies were meant for. Those were wonderful years, but we didn’t take them seriously enough. I moved away to pursue my career. Apolo got married and had a son. We never lost touch, but what we had became a fond memory.

Then I found myself going back to my home town. I called Apolo to let him know I was coming. I didn’t expect anything but was thrilled when he insisted that I would stay with him and meet Hugo.

I arrived late and Hugo had gone to bed. Apolo and I had a glass of wine and a quick catch up before we were off to bed too. One thing that he shared, wanting me to know before it became obvious, was that he was having sex with his son. I was surprised but the nonchalant way in which he mentioned it made it almost seem normal.

I had no expectations for the visit beyond two old friends meeting again after far too long. The next morning I met Hugo, an adorable young man with vulnerable puppy dog eyes. He reminds me of his father when we were that age. We were hanging out in the kitchen drinking coffee. I said that I missed us. I just meant our friendship. But, out of nowhere, Apolo brought up the camping trip.

Like finding an ember in the ashes of last night’s bonfire, I realized the feelings that I thought had been left behind long ago had been there all along. Our eyes met, and flashed, sharing a connection that we both knew so well. When I glanced at Hugo I could tell that he sensed something was happening but he wasn’t quite sure what. It was almost as if the puppy’s nose twitched, smelling the scent of sex in the air. Or maybe he was smelling my testosterone as my balls began to tingle.

While Apolo was the source of my desire, seeing Hugo standing there vulnerable, yet expectant, verging on excited, was irresistible. Knowing that his own father had taken his cherry. That he was far from innocent. Knowing well what his father’s cock looked like, and seeing his cute butt outlined in his shorts, I had a graphic vision of that cock slowly forcing its way into his son’s tight hole. The mewling cries of pain and surprise as he felt himself penetrated for the first time.

I wanted to experience it myself. I haven’t fucked a lot of young guys. I usually go for a mature sort, but I wanted this one. I tried to reign myself in. I was a guest, and this was my friend’s son, who was standing right beside us. Apolo could see what was happening. He motioned Hugo over and, putting his hands on the backs of our necks, guided our faces together, almost forcing us to kiss.

It didn’t take long for the two of them to get my pants off. With Hugo on his knees, my friend held his head so that I could fuck his face, literally giving his son to me to use. His dad had trained Hugo well. He was an excellent cock sucker. I soon discovered as he bared his beautiful young ass, and Apolo supported him, so that I could sink my hard cock into his tight hole, that he was an excellent fuck as well.