GAY SEX STORY
"Doing Daddy"

Two months ago, Jeff phoned. It had been several months since we last talked – and a year since we’d earned our mechanic’s licences. He’d been my room-mate and fuck-buddy at trade school – and I sure missed our raunchy sessions. He called to ask if there were any jobs in my town. So I checked with Dad. He and I custom-build motorcycles. As it happened, a nearby garage had just come up for sale.

“I’ve been thinking about expanding,” he said. “So, if Jeff wants to take on car-engine repair jobs, and if you take charge of the office and help us when we need you, then let’s go for it.” So, Dad bought the garage and hired Jeff, and the three of us moved the business.

At home, the third bedroom is now Jeff’s, but we sleep together. Having sex with him again is great. He’s an animal, and I love it. Dad knows we’re gay, and he couldn’t care less. The only thing he said to the two of us, the first morning after Jeff arrived, was, “What you guys do in bed is your business. But not at the shop. Okay?”

My parents split when I was a kid, and Dad kept the house and me. Occasionally he plays poker with his buddies, and about once a month, he spends a weekend in the city. I suspect he’s having an affair, but we never talk about it. He’s in his early forties – and he’s a burly guy, like me. After they met, Jeff said, “He’s a hunk.” I laughed, but I am glad they like each other.

However, this morning, after Jeff had taken a shower, he tells me, “Ryan, your Dad just came on to me.”

“What do you mean?”

“When I went to have a shower, he was shaving, but he said, ‘Go ahead. Don’t mind me.’ Later, when I was drying off, he turned to face me, and he had a full-blown erection. In the size department, you two are certainly a matched pair.”

“And ...?”

“He was staring at my cock. Then he grins at me and says, “Ryan’s mood has really improved since you arrived. Thank you.”

I’m trying to imagine the scene, but I reply, “He’s right about that.”

”Ryan, he’s a hot-looking guy – in case you hadn’t noticed – and I was getting a hard-on just looking at him. Then he comes right up to me and holds my cock in his hand and says, ‘Now I see why Ryan has that smile on his face.’”

“You’re kidding!” I say.

“There’s more. What he said was, ‘If you two are game for a threesome, let me know.”

I’m speechless. Dad’s gay? Why didn’t I realize that? I guess he and I really are a matched pair. Well, it wouldn’t be the first time in history. But the three of us ...?

After waiting for me to say something, Jeff suggests, “We can talk about it later, if you want, but we’d better grab some breakfast now and head to work.”

At the shop, whenever I look over at Dad, he’s poker-faced. No wonder he’s so good at that game. But I’m sure he’d know that Jeff would say something to me. And then my memories, from when I was a kid, kick in, watching him undress, looking at his chest and arm muscles, waiting till he pulled his shorts off so I could see his long, thick cock and his heavy, hairy balls. Sometimes, he winked at me. Once, he said, “You’ll be like this in a few years.” Back then, I thought those years would never come. By mid-afternoon, I decide to brave it. I wander over to him and say, “Jeff told me what happened this morning.”

“I thought he would, Ryan. I’m glad he did.”

“I didn’t know you’re gay.”

“Well, now you do. Maybe I should have told you. Anyway, now you know why I head to the city some weekends.”

We just look at each other for a few moments. Then I smile, saying, “Crazy world. Maybe this calls for a celebration.”

“Like a coming-out party?”

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