Caught by Son (part 1)
Jeff had a nice arrangement blowing his next door neighbor for over 15 years, when the entire arrangement gets complicated when Jeff's son catches him. I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.
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I'm Jeff, a 35 year old married guy with two teenage boys. I've been secretly blowing Ray, my next door neighbor for over 15 years. We both really enjoy it and had no reason to change the arrangement. It all started, almost by accident one night when we were together alone and Ray was complaining about his wife not wanting to have sex often enough for him. We were drinking and he eventually asked me to suck him off. I would have never done it sober, but I secretly wanted to suck, and with my inhibitions gone I did it.
The next day was rather tense while we tried to decide how to deal with what happened. I would have been willing to just forget it happened, but Ray said he thought it was really special and something a couple of good friends could continue to share. I felt like I had to avoid agreeing, but before I knew it I admitted and we just continued on from there.
It was a little tense at first, but we settled into a rhythm of my blowing him every few days. The fact that we were friends and neighbors was convenient – both our wives were accustomed to us being together a lot, so there was no suspicion.
I fully expected this to continue without change until one of us died, but one day Ray hit me with a big surprise.
"Jeff," Ray said, "My son Scott knows about this."
I nearly choked on his cock and pulled off and said, "But how?"
A few days ago when he was out we thought we were all alone, but he came back early and looked in on us.
"Shit!" I said, "that can fuck up everything!"
"He said he will keep it secret if you blow him as well," replied Ray.
"He's a high school kid!" I said, "there is no way I'm going to blow him."
"If you don't," Ray continued, "he will tell my wife, and then she'll tell yours and we'll both be in the soup!"
"I have a really bad feeling about this," I countered.
"I'm really sorry it came to this," said Ray, "but if you don't, we'll both be screwed."
"I need to sleep on this," I said, "I'll let you know tomorrow."
I didn't finish the blowjob because Ray was no longer in the mood, and neither was I.
I went home and pondered the situation. It had been perfect for so long and now a damn teenager comes along to mess up everything!
I wanted to just refuse, but then I thought over the fallout that would happen. If my wife knew I was a cocksucker she would divorce me, and divorces were nearly always a financial disaster. I would probably lose my kids as well, because they would want a faggot for a father.
I drifted off to sleep, hoping for a clearer head tomorrow.
I awoke the next morning with no doubt as to what had to be done. I would have to blow Scott, but only after extracting a promise that he wouldn't make trouble for Ray or myself. I realized that if I blew him once, I would probably have to continue to blow him, but at his age he might end up with a girlfriend and lose interest – I could only hope.
On my drive to work I called Ray and told him of my decision. He said the best time would be as soon as I got home from work. He and Scott and I could go off into the woods and take care of things.
During the day I wondered what it would be like to suck Scott. I really didn't have a lot of experience – just 15 years sucking the same guy over and over. I was beginning to warm up to the idea of sucking more than one guy. I knew that some cocksuckers blew hundreds of men, but that wasn't me.
When I got home I changed into casual clothing and went over to Ray's. He had already talked with Scott, and they met me out front and we walked into the woods behind Ray's house.
After discussing the conditions, Scott promised not to make trouble for either of us, and we found a secluded place and I got on my knees while Scott pulled his pants down, exposing a hard cock, smaller than Ray's, but respectable enough in size. I sucked him, but, unlike Ray, he came almost immediately, spraying my mouth with his seed. At that age, boys are horny and ready to cum almost all the time.
"That was incredible!" Scott said, "thanks so much."
I swallowed and knew he would want more. We hadn't discussed it, but after what he just enjoyed, there certainly had to be more.
Scott walked back to his house and I blew Ray. He took longer to cum, but was obviously aroused by what had just happened. I must admit that I was too.
After Ray came we walked back to his house and he went inside, and I went home. As I sat at dinner with my wife and two boys, I was hopeful that my secret would be safe from my family. I went to sleep that night thinking about how much I liked blowing both Ray and Scott.
The next day at work I received a call from Scott, asking if he could see me today. I didn't need to ask why, and I told him to come over after I got home from work. Ray didn't need it more than two or three times a week, but Scott was a horny teenager, so I expected that he would be needing it daily. Fortunately he was a fast cummer, so he was easy to blow.
When I got home Scott came over and I blew him in the garage, standing next to the car, away from the door into the house. If anyone opened the door I had time to recover. Just like yesterday, Scott came quickly and was on his way. I was really warming up to this!
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