My lover's teen son
Cajuncock
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When I met Brad it was instant lust for only a few dates. After a month he asked me to move into his place until we found a house. He had told me of his recent divorce and his 9 year old son. The boy spent one weekend a month with him. It was a quiet divorce with none of the acrimony that might've occurred. After the first weekend with the boy, we decided to tell his ex that we were a couple. She was happy for him telling him that it was good for their son, Ken, to see a happy family, even if it was a gay one. She wanted the boy to grow up free of some of the stereotypes that he'd see on TV.
Each summer Ken was to spend three weeks with us. This required some plans for his day care when we were both at work. Luckily, a friend knew of a day care program for older children. Ken was promptly enrolled. Brad would drop him off on his way to work. I would pick him up from my shift job. . The boy, like most, grew up quickly. He was comfortable with our household dress code- gym shorts or boxer briefs when it was just the three of us or tee shirts and cargo pants when others were there. I watched him grow into a fine, well adjusted young man. Brad and I had long discussed the time when we would have to talk to Ken about our relationship status. I was for putting it off. But brad wanted to jump in and get it done.
We did find the perfect house after the first 2 years. It was in a perfectly mixed neighborhood with a few gay couples who also had children. The racial mix of the neighborhood suited our lives well. There was a community center with a pool. But Brad, a life long swimmer wanted his own so we added one to the large back yard. Our immediate neighbors were very welcoming, some had boys Ken's age. Meanwhile Brad's ex had remarried. Ken did not talk much about his stepdad. We were asked about more frequent visits for Ken since both newly weds traveled a lot for their jobs. I was happy to have him around more now that he was in high school.
The first year after we moved into our house we were faced with finding a day care option for the 12 year old Ken. There was a local teen day group who worked on community projects. We talked to Ken about it and he was glad to do something "adult". So he was enrolled. The first meeting with parents and the group's leaders went well. But I did get some gay vibes meeting the leaders. On the way home I discussed it with Brad. He told me so what if there were gays. He reminded me that we had many gay neighbors and friends. So I let it pass.
The summer went well. Brad and I had managed to line up our vacation schedules at work so we had the same time off for a week. We talked of all the possibilities and decided on a week at the beach. It would be Ken's final week with us. Arrangements were made for a rental, 2 bedroom apartment at the beach. Saturday morning we took off for the three hour drive. The place was well maintained and with just about every thing we might need. After unpacking and settling in we hit the beach for the afternoon. Ken wandered off to find some kids his own age. We had agreed on a time to go back to the apartment for dinner. Brad and I met a few other gay beach goers while we lounged at the surf area.
An hour before we were supposed to leave Ken returned with a new friend, a rather handsome, older teen. We talked for a while and Kenn asked if he might stay for another hour and meet us later at the apartment. The boy looked responsible so we agreed and gave him the cell number and address of the apartment. Brad and I decided to return and take advantage of our time alone for some wild love making. We were not quiet and were letting our wild sides show. After a short rest Brad announced that it was play time. For the second time that afternoon we went at it like animals in heat. What we did not know was that Ken and his new friend had also returned by then. The walls were thin so the boys heard everything. This did not disgust them. In fact it turned them on. They were both naked and making out in the living room when I walked out naked to get two beers. I stood there speechless. Quietly, I returned to the bedroom handing Brad a beer. I sat on the edge of the bed sipping the beer. Brad looked at me for a long time before saying `OK spill it, what's on your mind?" I spoke softly "Do you remember our talk about telling Ken about the birds and bees and our sex life?" He nodded his head saying "So what?". I gulped down some beer before continuing "Well. I think we are a little late. He's out in the living room making out with the guy he introduced us to this afternoon." Brad spit out the beer from his mouth and said "He's what?" I calmed him down telling him to be quiet since they were still out there.
Brad sat thinking then pulled my naked body to his own. He yelled out my name followed by a few loud "fucks". He pulled me in for a passionate kiss as he buried his oversized cock into my guts. This forced me to scream too. He leaned in saying "A chip off the old block too." He made mad, loud love to me and I responded by begging for more of his cock. We were at it for a good 30 minutes. It was some of the wildest sex we'd ever had. As Brad dumped his second load inside my guts, I looked up to see both naked boys standing there with their hard cocks pointing to the ceiling. Ken laughed along with his new friend and said "see I told you they were gay and lovers. My dad is a true stud." Brad fell away next to me, his cock still glistened with our combined juices. I'd shot a load when he came inside me. It was quite obvious on my chest. I'd recovered enough to say "Yes, he is a stud. My stud someday both of you will if you're lucky find your own." We all laughed as both boys moved to the bed and the gay dads.