Gay dad and son sex story

Dad was a high school Art teacher, and Rob was studying to become a teacher, so they had that in common too. One day we were both hanging out in my dad, drinking cheap wine, and I began to feel a bit tipsy. At the age of 20 Rob was my first boyfriend, as I had always been way too shy to date boys in high school.

We made out for a while, and although he was a bit awkward at first, he soon loosened up and we both seemed to feel very comfortable. Again, he and Rob chatted for and, before Rob had to leave for work. What do you do when you find gay porn and topless dad photos in your little brother's bedside drawer?.

While I always thought Rob was very good-looking, I had never really felt a spark between us, and was content with our close friendship. They made petty comments about their sons appearance, and subtly criticised his choice of study he was studying Teaching at the time.

He never kissed me in public, and our make out sessions never lasted very long, but I assumed he just wanted to take things slow. cm Access-restricted-item true Addeddate Autocrop_version _books My first lover was my father.

After dinner we moved into the living room to continue chatting. My parents separated when I was very young, and as I grew up I realised it was because my Dad was gay. After having just broken up with his latest partner before Christmas, Dad was currently living by himself, and it was obvious that he was pretty lonely.

After a few weeks we started referring to each other as boyfriend and girlfriend. I had just found out that a guy I really liked at my work had just gotten a girlfriend, so I was sex and pouring my heart out to Rob. He listened to me babble on all night, offering me hugs and telling me that I was beautiful gay sex wear would find the perfect guy one day.

I was really nervous about meeting his parents for the first time, as he gave me the impression that they were quite strict. It was late and I soon fell asleep on the couch, but every now and then I would drift in and out of sleeping and Dad and Rob story still be immersed in conversation.

I stayed at my Dad’s place every weekend until I was about 17, so I had met and bonded with. My parents separated when I was very young, and as I grew up I realised it was because my Dad was gay. Dad and Rob seemed to click straight away — they both loved to travel, and spent the entire dinner discussing the places they had been and the places they wanted to go.

I stayed to help Dad clean up and we started chatting about Uni and work, and of course Rob. Dad asked if it was serious between us two, and my mind flashed back to my embarrassing attempt to seduce gay into my bed the previous night…which of course he rejected.

Rob was such a gentleman, always holding the door open for me, paying for my meals at restaurants and never acting sleazy. Over the next few weeks we all spent more time together than usual, and eventually it got to the point where it was just Dad and Rob spending time together without me.

While I was usually extremely shy around good looking guys, I found Rob so easy to talk to and laugh with — hanging out with him was like hanging out with one of my girlfriends. Rob was gorgeous- cropped dark hair, broad shoulders and bright green eyes — he looked like a male model!

Without thinking I leaned forward and kissed him. So, unless there’s more to this story, and you caught your friend’s dad looking back at you, and you want to pursue it, I don’t see the need in telling your friend. Gay men son Fiction, Gay youth -- Fiction, Erotic stories, American Publisher San Francisco: Leyland Publications Collection internetarchivebooks; inlibrary; printdisabled Contributor Internet Archive Language English Item Size M p.

It’s ugly and, even now, more than 25 years later, difficult for me to say. We bonded straight away over our taste in music and soon became really good friends. With my father, in his bed, I first experienced the bump and grind of sexual relations.

He looked really confused, but then kissed me back.