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Rick's Dad and Matt 3
From Rick's Dad and Matt 2. "Too soon he had to leave. He promised to come over as often as he could. He also promised to spend the night with me as soon as things settled down at home. Now that was something I was looking forward to!
As he was leaving he gave me a beautiful smile and then kissed me hard. 'Today did happen didn't it?' he asked. 'Today was quite literally a dream come true. I love you, Steve!'
'And I love you, too, Matt!' I answered. I still wasn't sure what all I meant by that, but was equally sure I was going to enjoy finding out!"
It turned out to be several days before Matt could come over and spend the night. In fact it was Friday night even. Even though I didn't really want to wait that long, it was probably for the best. I still had to sort out the fact that that I had had my first gay experience and with a guy old enough to be my son-especially true since he was my son's best friend! I still couldn't believe that he and I had done what we did. I mean I'm 50 years old and had never even really thought of doing anything sexual with a guy, much less a stud like Matt! Shit, where are these thoughts coming from? I now am lusting after this muscle boy/man and getting hard remembering the sight of his beautiful ass climbing the stairs to my bedroom. I put my hand in my shirt and started to rub my nipples on my hairy chest and enjoyed the naughty thoughts on just where I was hoping my cock was going to go Friday night! Guess we'd have to work up to that though. He had made it clear on Sunday that he was just as much of a virgin to man sex as I was, even though he at least had thought about it a lot-and had always thought about it with me! I still couldn't believe he had said he loved me, too. And I said I loved him back! I shook my head with wonder but got completely hard remembering how silky his skin had been and how hot his ass felt in my hands. I remembered the taste of my cum when he kissed me after we blew each other, too, his lips, his mouth, his hard cock, so like my own, his long legs and strong thighs, imagining them clamped around me as I entered him for the first time?
Stop it Steve! I had to laugh at the extremely horny and dirty old man I had become! But who wouldn't want Matt in his bed, naked, and in lust?
Friday finally came! Matt came over around 8, carrying an overnight bag and wearing a shit-eating grin on his face. He dropped the bag and almost jumped into my arms and started to kiss me incredibly passionately! It was all I could do not to fall over from his sudden attack! I responded with equal passion for a few minutes and then realized I had better shut the door, before the neighbors saw and were totally scandalized! I freed my mouth long enough to say we had left the door open. Matt burst out laughing. "Yeah we don't want to give Mrs. Tolliver (lady next door) a heart attack."
He released me and pushed the door closed with an outstretched foot. He then held me apart from him and studied me with a very intense gaze. "Oh yeah", he said. "I didn't imagine Sunday. I didn't imagine your hot mouth and body either!" He grinned lasciviously. "This is going to be such a fine weekend!" "All weekend?" I asked. "Yeah, stud," he answered. "I am so going to work you over every which way all weekend, man!" He laughed again at the slight gulp I couldn't help but give at the thought! I hoped I was "up" to the challenge! But then I thought about how the hunk holding me looked when he was naked and realized I couldn't wait to find out!
We did manage to let each other go finally. I offered him a glass of wine, which he was glad to accept. We sat next to each other, legs and shoulders touching, on the couch as we filled each other in on the events of the week after a toast in which our arms were crossed and we drank from each other's glass. Romantic, too?
We tried to be casual but the closeness of each other and our occasional pats of each other's bodies kept the sexual tension high. We were both wearing only tee shirts and shorts since it was still warm out.
I finally had to try to be reasonable and sensible because this was getting to be too much.
"Matt", I said, "I am overwhelmed. I suddenly don't know who I am. What we've done together has changed me. I'm in serious love with you. As you told me, I have been for a while. But, Matt, I'm not gay. I've never had a gay thought in my life. I've worked hard. I married badly, but had good kids. I'm not gay. I'm not!" I tried not to have tears in my eyes then.
Matt looked at me hard. He said, "Did you love what you did with me? Did you enjoy every second? Do you want to do all of that again? Do you want to do more?"
I nodded yes at every question.
"Do you think you love me?" he asked.
I had to nod yes, yet again.
"Then labels aren't important. You're who you are. Like the vast majority of humankind you're bisexual. Due to genetics and societal and religious pressures we try to only have any kind of attraction to the 'opposite' sex. And that mainly works. However, when there's an attraction like you and I have for each other, that's what we need to explore. Are you ready to explore?"
"Matt", I answered. "You are truly beautiful. I never realized that a guy could be beautiful until I met you. You've changed my life. I don't think I'll ever want anyone besides you for the rest of my life. But you should have a life apart from me. While we can deny the age difference, it's there."
He looked at me quite hard then.
"OK", he said. "Eventually, perhaps, but not now, please!"
And with that all talking was done. We were now 35 and 25.
We repeated everything we had done before. However, we both knew it was time for the ultimate. Guys have to fuck. It's part of our built-in hardware. And for guys to be fucked we have to have worked out a way to make this something we want. To be fucked we have to figure out all kinds of things. First of all, it's going to hurt. Secondly, how do we feel about getting fucked? Is it a connection the way (some) women feel? Is it a way for us, bottoming, to control our guys and give them the ultimate pleasure from us?
Matt and I didn't fuck that night.
We talked the next morning. Eventually we agreed that we had to fuck each other.
I don't want to get into the details, even though a lot of you would like me to. It took us the whole weekend but we eventually got to the point that both of us fell in love with each other's cock and ass.
And every chance we got after that we made love. Matt still had his jobs and had to care for his parents. I still had my job. But this was it. We were officially in love, lust, and made love only. We eventually did everything any two men could do.
I have to admit that I forgot about pretty much everything but Matt. Damn.
Matt and I were in bed one late evening, when I heard the downstairs door open. I couldn't figure it out. Who could have a key and why? Matt figured it out much more quickly. "It's Rick", he shouted.
Oh damn. Thanksgiving holidays. It's my son, coming "home" to see his best friend, Matt!!! I was so besotted I had lost track of time and days and dates.
I looked at Rick. He looked at me. We were busted. We dressed as well as we could and prepared to face the music.
"Dad", Rick yelled. "Where are you? I'm home! I'm been to Mom's and now I'm here!"
I looked at Matt. I tried to pantomime that we could lie and say he was over here to welcome Rick home. He just looked at me. Yeah.
We both went downstairs together. We didn't hold hands, but .
I had to admit that Rick was a hot man, too, when I saw him for the first time with my new eyes. He looked like my ex-wife. He was 5'8, blond, and quite pretty even. But he didn't attract me at all. All kinds of reasons for that. I had no choice but looked at Matt to see how he viewed Rick. He saw my look. He smiled and shook his head negatively.
I was totally relieved.
When both Matt and I walked downstairs together to meet Rick he was absolutely, totally, confused.
"Hey Dad and Matt", he said. I could tell he couldn't figure out why the two of us were upstairs in the house.
We smiled at him and went downstairs and gave him big hugs.
There were tears in his eyes as he enjoyed our hugs.
Neither Matt nor I knew what to say. We were super relieved when Rick said, "Dad and Matt, I've met the most wonderful woman of all time! We'll get married as soon as we can figure out everything!"
We both gave him even bigger hugs then and we drank too much alcohol celebrating his new life.
We figured we owed him an explanation of us and how he might not want us at his wedding. But tonight was not the night.