This story contains explicit descriptions of gay sex. It involves multiple people and is quite dialogue heavy. I have tried my best to make it easy to follow but any constructive criticism on where I may have gone wrong and advice on how to avoid mistakes in the future with these types of stories are quite welcome.
Hope you enjoy.
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There must be something in the water in this small community in Southern USA, as many of the younger generation here these days are not of the mould that this place has traditionally produced; many of the young men here seem to be quite effeminate, not like their rugged alpha farming and mining fathers and grandfathers before them.
Before I continue I should introduce myself. My name is William (Bill to my friends) I'm 49 years old, not in the best shape of my life but I'm not doing bad I suppose; my "dad-bod" doesn't get any complaints from my wife, with whom I have a 19 year old son, Peter.
We have relocated down here as a family for my new job, and also to escape the increasing madness of California, which sadly seems to be on the decline.
Once we got through all the rigmarole of relocating and finally got settled in, it didn't take long before we gravitated towards our kind of people and began building a social life, both through our jobs and within the community in which we had made our home.
I am a keen amateur golfer and so, through some work connections, managed to have some rounds of golf at an exclusive club with them. Being a Rotary club member helped me get a foot in the door.
I wasn't yet a full member of the golf club but I still found myself rubbing shoulders and getting to know some of the social elites of the community who were members, such as the local police chief, a couple of local politicians and business men, etc. We would have dinner at each others houses, getting to know one another's families quite well, with my wife getting to know and spending time with their wives.
Over time, having met the families of these new friends of mine, it struck me that they all seemed to have one thing in common; they all had one child, all sons, between the age of 19 to 23, and they all seemed to be quite effeminate in nature. I found this quite curious but I felt I couldn't mention it. My wife noticed this too.
One Sunday afternoon I was having a round of golf with some of my distinguished new friends and associates, including Malcolm, who is one of the board members of the company I work for, and John, the assistant deputy fire commissioner, when the conversation randomly turned to my son.
"You have a young son don't you, Bill?" asked Malcolm. He knows I do as he'd met him when Malcolm and his wife had dinner at our house.
"Yeah, I do."
"Peter, is that right?"
"Yeah."
"He seems like a nice kid...what is he, 20?"
"19 actually."
"Oh, really?!" Malcolm said, pleasantly surprised. "He reminds me a lot of my own son," he added.
I remember meeting, who I assumed was Malcolm's son, Adam, when my wife and I had dinner at their house the previous weekend. I was struck at the time by how effeminate Adam was, so I didn't really know what to make of the fact that my son, Peter, reminded Malcolm of him. Peter is by no means an alpha male type, he's quite slim and hairless but I wouldn't say effeminate.
"My wife and I liked him, he's a very pleasant young man, a credit to you." I said.
"Actually Bill, he's not my son, he's John's son." Sad Malcolm.
"Oh, ok." I said, curiously.
"Yeah, errm, my son was at John's house that night, while John's son stayed with us." Malcolm said, as he and John looked at me.
It was a this point I got it; it seemed unthinkable, but by their demeanour and what they were saying. I understood what they were telling me. These golf friends of mine swapped their sons amongst each other for sex. I had heard stories of this type of thing going on amongst certain circles, but now I find myself being introduced into it.
I quietly drank this in as we finished the round of golf before we headed back to the clubhouse. They could tell that I understood what they were telling me, and my benign reaction to it was encouraging for Malcolm.
"I'd like you and Peter to join our club, Bill." said Malcolm, still needlessly using veiled language, as we headed to our cars in the parking lot.
"I take it you don't just mean the golf club!" I said, eliciting an evil chuckle from both Malcolm and John.
"My wife wouldn't be into that sort of thing..." I said.
"Not all the wives are in on this," Interjected Malcolm.
"...and as for Adam, well..."
"You'd be surprised, Bill!" Malcolm said, jumping in again. "I never thought Andrew would agree to this but he's taken to it like a duck to water, they all do, they're hesitant at first but with gentle persuasion all young guys submit to daddy cock!" He added.
John, who hadn't had a lot to say throughout the day, suddenly did have something to say:
"I was talking to a friend of mine who has just recently joined our club who has a son called Tim, he's one of the young men at the reception desk here; he has just turned 20 and we're looking for him to have his first time. We think you'd be just the man for the job, Bill!" he said to me.
Casting my mind back to when I first started using this club I do remember being checked in at the desk by a Tim; thinking about it now he was a pretty looking androgynous young man, who I suppose many a hot blooded straight man wouldn't mind fucking.
"By the way, If you don't mind me saying so Bill, one day I'd like to spend the night with your Peter." Malcolm said. "I'm sure the other guys would also...I know I would. Peter will have a blast." John Added.
I didn't know how to react to this, I was stunned and a bit lost for words.
"Have a think about this, Bill." Malcolm said as I was putting my golf clubs in the trunk of the car. "It won't do your aspirations to join this Golf club any harm at all."
I really did have a lot to think about; my job prospects and social standing in this town really hinged on my being a member of the golf club.
During my drive home I was going through all sorts of agonising moral and psychological contortions, trying to get my head into a place where I could contemplate asking my son if he would get involved in such a thing. It's like I had an angel on one shoulder saying, "no William, this is wrong," and a devil on the other shoulder telling me, "yeah, go for it Bill, It'll be great!" One thing was for sure though, I had no intensions of telling my wife, Susan about any of this.
When I got home I went straight upstairs to use the bathroom. As I reached the top of the stairs, I noticed Susan was in our bedroom; she looked startled that I was there, like she wasn't expecting me back so soon. She closed the bedroom door but for a split second I saw beyond her, over her shoulder, at who I naturally just assumed was our son, Peter in the room with her, but he appeared to be wearing one of her sexy dresses!
I didn't know what to make of this; this day is just getting weirder and weirder, I thought to myself as I entered the bathroom.
After using the bathroom I went downstairs into the lounge, joined soon after by Susan.
"What's going on??" I asked her as I switched on the tv.
"Oh, nothing, nothing." She unconvincingly replied. Clearly something WAS going on, but I didn't push it.
As we watched the tv I could sense that Susan was a little agitated, as if she wanted to get something off her chest.
