Sex With My Daughter's Ex-Boyfriend 2

A year later, I was in exactly the same position, fisting my cock as I fantasized about making love to the young man lying naked in the next room.

"Alex?"

I froze. I didn't hear Evan open the door. I looked over to the door and saw his silhouetted form standing there. He was leaning against the doorjamb and I could tell that he was nude.

"Alex, are you awake?"

He was being polite, I was sure, because he must have been able to discern in the darkness that I had been jerking off. I reached for my bedside lamp, not exactly sure if I should turn the light on.

"Wait, Alex. Keep it dark. I need to tell you something."

I leaned back as he stepped toward me. A fleeting image of what I wanted to happen next flashed in my head. I tried to say something but I couldn't. All I could manage was a throaty "Yeah?" which sounded pathetic. Evan knelt down by the bed and I could see his eyes in the dim light that filtered in from outside.

"Alex, I sort of lied to you. I didn't come here because I was upset about Rosanna. We did break up last week but I had expected it. She told me she was in love with someone else, some garage mechanic who fixed her car. Then I told her that I was in love with someone else." He sighed and ran his hand through his beautiful hair. "I'm in love with you, Alex. I have been since we were in Chicago last year."

I thought I was dreaming.

"Say that again?" I wanted to make absolutely sure I heard him correctly.

"Oh God, Mr. Cabot, I'm sorry. I didn't, I mean, oh God, what am I doing--" He scrambled to his feet and started to leave.

"Evan, wait!" I reached out quickly and grabbed his hand. "It's OK." He must have misunderstood me. I pulled him back to the bed then took his other hand. "It's all right. Listen, I know what you mean and it's OK. I just wish I had your guts so I could have told you the same thing, Evan. I couldn't because of Rosanna. I thought you were straight and I thought your relationship with her was serious. I couldn't steal my own daughter's boyfriend."

"I wasn't stringing her along, Alex. I was just trying to force myself to be straight. My mother could never accept the fact I'm gay. She's depending on me to carry on the Jameson name. And my job, a company like that is not very open to alternative lifestyles."

"Christ, Evan, we're more alike than you think." I tugged him forward to sit him down on the bed. I stroked the side of his face, rough from a few day's stubble. "I know exactly what you're going through. But I made the mistake you're avoiding."

"What mistake was that?"

"I got married. But I shouldn't call it a mistake. I have a beautiful daughter. But I put myself and her mother through such trouble when we got divorced."

"Do they know?"

"Rowena knows, always did, I figure. But she went along with my little delusion. Maybe she thought she could 'straighten me out.' Rosanna? She might suspect something...."

"She doesn't. Well, she never talked to me about it. I asked her once why you and Rowena split up and why you never remarried, but she put me off. Maybe she does know."

"I'm going to have to tell her sooner or later."

"Let's not talk about her. Alex, do you remember that night in Chicago when we went to the ballet?"

"Of course I do, Evan. It was the best night of my life."

"God, I wish I'd known you were gay then. I wish I hadn't gotten so drunk. Maybe we'd be together now."

"We are together." I leaned over and kissed his lips. As he wrapped his arms around me, we fell back onto the bed. His tongue danced with mine in our open mouths. My hands ran all over his strong, masculine chest as his hand stroked my thigh.

Soon he began kissing my neck and moved lower, laying kisses down my chest and stomach while his hand cupped my balls. With his face now at my crotch I heard him inhale deeply, then felt him take hold of my rigid cock.

He licked along the underside my cock up then stopped at the glans to suckle on it. I held his head in my hand and stroked his hair. It felt so good to have a mouth on my cock and apparently someone taught him how to give great head. He massaged the tip in his mouth, using his tongue until I couldn't hold back and released a gush of cum into the young man's mouth. He pulled back and let my juice spurt onto my chest and stomach.

"Oh God, Evan," I groaned. "That was fantastic!"

He crawled up next to me and lay back with his cock in his hand. He was jerking it slowly as I fondled his chest. I loved the feel of the hair on his chest. Most young men his age don't have hairy chests, either by nature or by choice.

I wanted to fuck his ass, but I didn't know for sure if was too soon for that. I brought my head down to his crotch. I might as well return the favor, I thought, but I'd never sucked a man's cock before.

"Let me take care of that, kiddo," I said, taking his hand off his fat cock.

"Alex, you don't have to."

"I want to, Evan." Then I engulfed his cock with my mouth. I did my best, licking the shaft, massaging the glans, just as he did with mine. Evan moaned softly and put his hand on the back of my head. He started stroking my hair.

"Oh yeah, Alex, suck my cock," he whispered. He spread his legs apart, so I started licking his balls. I took each one into my mouth and rolled it around. He moaned again as started to lick below his balls. Then he raised his legs, exposing his asshole to me.

It was something I'd never thought I would do, rimming. But Evan had other ideas. Maybe he was more experienced in man-to-man sex than I thought.

"Do it, Alex," Evan said softly.

I licked down from the base of his scrotum and headed for his hairy, puckered hole. He was clean so I immediately dove in. Evan growled as my tongue burrowed into his tight hole.

I have to fuck this ass, I said to myself, as I continued rimming him, but only if he asks. I could hear him jerking his cock.

"I need something bigger in there, Alex," he said huskily. "Fuck me. Ram your hard cock in my tight asshole, man. Fuck me hard."

Even though my tongue was enjoying the probe into his ass, I needed something more. I got up and looked at him. He was so sexy then, with his legs up like that.

"Are you sure. kid? I mean, it's a pretty big step."

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

I leaned over and kissed him, deeply. Then I reached over to my nightstand and pulled out a condom and a tube of lubricant from the drawer.

"Do we really need that?" Evan asked.

"I don't think so but it's more to protect you."

"Really?" He looked at my slyly. "What have you been up to since your divorce?"

"After the divorce, during the marriage, it was just a couple of times, but you never know." I unwrapped the condom and put in on the head of my dick. Then Evan took my hand away and unrolled the rubber down the shaft himself.

"Are you ready for me, baby?"

"Every inch, man."

I moved back a bit, while Evan spread his legs even wider. I squeezed a glob of lube onto my fingers and spread it onto his hole. I shoved a finger into him, then another. He gasped a bit and I felt his sphincter tighten around my fingers. Lord, I could have come right then shoving my fingers in Evan's tight asshole. My dick pulsed with my quickening heartbeat, as if to tell me it was time for him to take over.

I lined up my sheathed cock to his waiting hole. Leaning forward, my throbbing pole slowly penetrated him. Evan gasped and tensed a little. His head went back and a low growl came from his throat. We both moaned as his asshole tightened then relaxed and my cock sank to the hilt easily.

"Fuck me, Alex! Fuck me hard!" Evan growled. I leaned down to him and kissed him deeply as I started to grind my hips slowly into him. The tightness of his asshole felt so different, so invigorating that my pelvis seemed to have been under the control of my cock.

"I want it all, man!" my yuppie lover growled. I showered his beautiful face and strong shoulders with kisses. I plunged into him slowly, my cock savoring each thrust into the tight. Evan mumbled my name over and over as he jerked himself off. I could feel his anus spasm, gripping my cock.

Within seconds, my head was swimming deliciously as I shot my load into Evan. Evan cried out as he spurted his cum in between our torsos. It felt delightfully warm against the skin of my stomach. I kissed Evan again. I realized what it was like to kiss a man, I mean, how we kiss. We kissed passionately, almost forcefully, as if we each had something in our mouths that the other must have. It was not not delicate but there was tenderness.

So here we are on the balcony of my --I mean, our-- villa on the Amalfi coast, drinking Champagne and watching the men in skimpy bathing suits go by. Next week, it's off to Paris and then Scandanavia. We like to think of it as our honeymoon. Cheers!

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