(All characters in this story are at least 21 years old. This story involves father-son incest role play, so please don't read it if this is a trigger for you.)
If you're looking for a love story, this is not the story for you. This story has nothing to do with love. It has everything to do with cocksucking and mancunt-fucking. It's a story that has no payoff except sex.
But it didn't start off that way. It started off as an attempt to make love "in person" with a guy I had been talking to, flirting with, sexing, and loving online for several years. This is how it went down...
I first met Davy online almost ten years ago. I was an active professional fully invested in my job, and he was a recent college graduate ready to start his career. We clicked immediately, and our conversation had quickly morphed from the casual to the philosophical to the emotional to the sexual. After only a year or two had passed, it was pretty much a "given" that -- whenever our paths crossed online -- we would quickly fall into the deliciously lurid embrace of an intense online fuck. Between us, there were no holes barred (literally
or
figuratively). We sucked, we fucked, we pissed, we cucked each other, and we did it all bareback. In particular, we loved to imagine ourselves as father and son, an incestuous couple who couldn't keep our hands, mouths, and dicks off of or out of each other. It was so intense that at times it felt like the computer screen was going to explode into fire, or evaporate like steam. I often imagined that at any moment I could stand up from my chair, rigid dick pointing the way, and step through the thin membrane of the computer screen into the imagined world that we were creating together within it. I would go to sleep at night in the "real world," imagining that I was wrapped around his body, dreaming that I was inserting my cock into his pussy as we laid together, humping inside him and seeding his gut all night long as we lay in our bed(s). Our "sleep bodies" united in our imagined world, while our "real bodies" lay thousands of miles and a wide ocean of water apart -- me in Akron (Ohio), him in Thessaloniki (Greece).
And then came the business trip that took me to Greece. I couldn't believe it when my boss told me that I was to spend almost two full weeks in Hellas. Had the time finally come when I would meet my "son" face-to-face? After all the years of talking and yearning and fantasizing, was it finally time for us to hold each other's bodies in the "real world?" My heart started beating faster at the thought.
But enormous difficulties quickly arose. I was being sent to Athens, not Thessaloniki, and the two cities were over three hundred miles apart. More than that, my schedule was to be filled with meetings and errands and commitments -- and the "free time" I could look forward to was limited at best. I decided not to tell Davy I was going to be in Greece at all. If I built up his hopes, then couldn't meet him, I knew he'd be crushed. Far better to keep my travel a secret and just take pleasure from being closer to him, breathing the air of his country.
Time flew by, and by mid-May I was on a plane to Athens. Once there, I was put up in a hotel in the downtown area, right beside Syntagma Square. The very first night of my stay, jet lag hit me hard and I couldn't fall asleep -- so at about 2 a.m., I took the hotel elevator down from my 8
th
floor hotel room, walked out the front door, and crossed the street over to the main public square at the heart of Athens. I was astounded at how alive it was at this hour. There were people sleeping on benches (or the ground), walking around, sitting alone or in clusters, feeding or ignoring the feral cats that were ducking in and out of the shadows. Some were smoking, some were talking, and many were displaying their bodies in hopes of a hook-up. So many prostitutes -- especially male whores -- who were hoping to sell their mouths or dicks or asses to one more tourist before the lucrative nighttime hours passed by.
Was I tempted, you ask? Oh hell yes, I was tempted. Sorely so. They did, after all, remind me of the pictures I had seen of my "son." His dark hair. His lithe body. His Hellenic cheekbones and long hands. They had the look of sex-hunger in their eyes, and it was obvious they were willing to share themselves with me if I would just make it worth their while. I could have had one. I could have had two or more, together or separately. I almost did. But I reminded myself that it was just the first night, that I had two more weeks to walk the streets -- and, if fickle Fate somehow allowed it -- there just might be a doorway, currently hidden from my sight, that could spring open to reveal my own son-love on the other side.
I only got about 3 hours of sleep that first night before the ringing phone yanked me from my rest, telling me that I had half an hour to get up, clean up, dress up, and get downstairs to meet the business associate who'd been delegated to be my escort while I was in Greece. A quick shower, an even quicker shave, and I was in the lobby shaking hands with Gus, my primary "contact" for the next two weeks.
At first impression, Gus was a nice enough guy. About 45 years old, running slightly to fat, but still dark-eyed, dark-haired, and sporting a dour look on his face that a small joke or sudden comment could easily convert into a radiant grin. He smoothly navigated the streets to our meeting, parked the car with flair, and walked me up to the Board Room for our introductory consultation.
It became immediately clear that I was going to be busy from dusk-till-dawn during my stay. They'd been piling up questions and tasks relative to my firm for months, and as soon as I walked in the door they started to dump them all on me. The first day was intense, and it didn't let up the rest of the week. By the time I got back to the hotel each night, I was far too tired to wander over to Syntagma and look for a bedmate. Besides, as tired as I was, it would have been a lousy fuck anyway.
The first week went by in a frustrating blur. Everywhere I went, there were male faces and bodies that made me yearn all the more for my cyber-son. I saw a reflection of him in every Greek stud I encountered -- a steady string of Davy-reminders all day long every day. Every man I helped in the office, every guy I jostled against in the street, every desk clerk who handed me my key, every male I stood a few inches away from in an elevator, made me think about him. What his skin would feel like. What it would be like to take him my arms. How tightly his ass would hold me inside him when I finally got to fuck him. Alone at night in my hotel room, I would lie face-down on the mattress and pound against the pliant bed, my dick trying to dig a hole through the sheets and let me get to him. His shadow was everywhere. His body was -- not.
And then came the news that changed everything. One day as he was driving me in to the office, Gus told me that his company had a branch office they wanted me to visit, if time allowed. If we could get things straightened away enough at the Athens site, then they wanted me to consult on and give the once-over to a couple of projects at their sister site. It was in Thessaloniki.
For the next four days, I worked harder and faster than I'd ever worked before in my life. I was determined to complete all the work Athens was demanding. I was intent on opening that door of opportunity that would get me to Thessaloniki and let me hold my "son." And my efforts paid off. On Tuesday, the decision was made that Gus and I would make a quick run out to the Thessaloniki office. I'd have one night and parts of two days there before a rushed return to Athens to catch my plane back to the States.
I knew that I needed to be as rested as possible for the trip, but I still tossed and turned in bed for hours, imagining that I could feel Davy's body under me, imagining that my cock was inside him and that I could hear his moaning. But mostly, imagining that my lips were pressed to his, that my tongue was in his mouth, that our bodies were folded around each other. Somewhere around 2 a.m., I grabbed the biggest pillow on my bed and wrapped my body around it. Finally, after ten minutes of humping the receptive cushion, I stained the pillowcase with my seed and fell asleep.
The next morning, I was dressed and ready to go when Gus showed up in the lobby fifteen minutes ahead of schedule. He laughed when he saw me, saying, "Guess you couldn't wait to get up to Thessaloniki, eh? You're the most eager guy I've ever seen! Have you got a woman waiting for you up there or something?"
