My son Andy had known for some time that I was secretly gay. As told in part one, after he turned 18, he gathered the courage to tell me he knew about my gay magazine collection in the attic, and had known for years. That led to us looking at the mags together, him asking me questions, and then both of us masturbating in front of each other. He learned that I was an avid cocksucker, and that I had been blowing and getting fucked by our neighbor, Chris, for some time. And he had suspected that all along.
A week or so went by and nothing had been said about our experience, but the issue hung in the air. When Chris texted me to see what I was up to, telling me he was naked and his hard cock was ready for my mouth and pussy, I texted back: "Get dressed and come on over. I have something to tell you."
It didn't take but five minutes before Chris was knocking on the door. I let him in and as he started to ask what was up, I took his face in my hands and planted a kiss on his beautiful lips, stuck my tongue in his mouth, and began a make out session hotter than we had ever done before. And never in my house. After ten minutes I grabbed his hand and led him to my bedroom and left the door wide open. I laid my man (who was about 30 at the time) on the bed, and continued sucking in his tongue while laying on top of him.
He separated from me long enough to ask. "What's up? What did you want to tell me? What if Andy comes home?"
"Yeah, that's just it. What if Andy comes home?" I answered. "He just might."
That made Dan gasp a bit.
At that I pulled of my t-shirt and slipped out of my shorts, and presented myself to Chris with an erection that was diamond hard and leaking pre-cum in a steady flow like never before.
I moved close to Chris, my naked butt in the air facing the door, and whispered, "I want your beautiful cock in my mouth." I unbuttoned his pants, and out it sprung, that penis I had sucked probably one hundred times or more before, looking more delicious than ever. I made love to the head, savoring the precum, getting him close to orgasm and then pulling back. I wanted this to last.
Fifteen minutes went by and I was still enjoying Chris's cock when I heard the back door open and shut. It had to be Andy. School was out and it was time for him to come home. Chris flinched but I held him down and kept his cock in my mouth.
"Dad, I'm home," Andy called,
I stopped blowing Chris long enough to answer, "I'm in my bedroom. Chris is here." Then went back to running my lips and tongue up and down Chris's penis.
