The Boy’s Father | A New Beginning Vol. 1

What can I say? I was wild and more than a little bit irresponsible when I was younger. I was raised by hippies and grew up with few inhibitions or guardrails. Combine that with the fact that I was a very attractive young man. I didn’t just sow some wild oats, I planted pastures full. It was when I got a woman pregnant that it sobered me up, as it were, and I started being more responsible. The woman was married, in an open relationship, and they agreed not to demand child support, but I had to disappear.

I never even saw my son but, at the time, it was for the best. I was no way near ready, or even able, to be a good father. Later, though, I couldn’t help but wonder about my son, especially since I never had one of my own. I haven’t had any way to get in contact with him, though. I never even knew his name. To say that getting genetically tested never crossed my mind would be an understatement.

I guess doing those tests is more of a thing for young people, especially when my son found out that his “father” wasn’t really his father. Meanwhile, none of us knew that I had a second son. His mother never confronted me. Or maybe she was just one of too many passing one-night stands and didn’t even know who I was. I ran in a crowd where having sex on a first name basis was not uncommon. He knew he was the result of a passing fling, though, and he was looking for his father, too. They found each other as stepbrothers on 23andMe. I guess you can find anybody on the net if you try hard enough.

My name is not very common, although I haven’t asked how many dead ends they followed before they found me. Of course, when they did, I wanted to meet them just as soon as we could arrange it. Was it awkward? To say the least! The only thing I could say for myself was that abandoning them really was best for everybody. Well, abandoning Canyon. I never knew Dylan existed, and you can’t exactly apologize for someone’s existence, particularly since his mother managed to provide him with a good childhood, and he’s a happy well-adjusted young man.

Things were moving fast, though. The boys had gotten a hotel room together a few days before we met. They wanted to get to know each other, as well as have a place to retreat to if our meeting didn’t go well. It shouldn’t be a surprise that two hot young gay men would be drawn together. At most, they were only half-brothers, and virtual strangers to each other at that. Let’s just say they found themselves bonding on a deep level. You could say, “balls deep,” but I don’t want to make light of it.

To make a long story short, our meeting went very well and the boys checked out of their hotel and moved into my guest room. When they said they were going to take a nap I didn’t think much of it. Two young guys in a new town had probably found some club to go to, and stayed up too late the night before. Truth is, I enjoy an afternoon siesta occasionally myself. I busied myself with some chores.

Walking down the hall, though, I heard noises coming from their room. It didn’t cross my mind that I was interrupting anything but a conversation when I opened the door to ask about plans for dinner. There were my handsome sexy boys in the middle of a private moment. Canyon was sucking his brother’s very respectable cock down to the balls. I was transfixed. It took me back to myself and my brother when we were their age. I should have closed the door, but I couldn’t look away.

My hand found its way into my pants without a conscious thought. I couldn’t stop myself from moving closer. Inevitably, they saw me. Far from being upset, they asked me to join them. Since I walked away from my wild days when Canyon was conceived I’ve avoided casual sex. I haven’t been celibate by any means, but my last serious relationship ended almost a year ago. As I crawled onto the bed, I was drawn back to the old days when sex was carefree, spontaneous and raunchy.

They weren’t my sons, they were just two sexy horny guys wanting my dick, and I wanted to give it to them. We were all over each other. The scent of sweat, testosterone and, eventually, cum, filled the air. I had almost forgotten what it was like to have a man’s tight hole gripping my dick. Before I knew it, though, it was over, as I pumped my nut deep into my oldest son’s guts. My cock slipped out of him, and I looked down at a pearly drop of my cum running down his balls from his puffy fucked out hole. I realized that was a moment that I wanted to live over and over again with both of my boys, and my life was not ever going to be the same.