I CAME AWAKE holding onto a warm body while pumping my dick into a warm wetness. I opened my eyes. The room was pitch black and the position I was in, there was no telling if it was Carl’s or Matt’s ass I was fucking. It didn’t matter either. Whoever’s ass it was felt great. Then I felt a cool wetness spread around my own hole, soon to be replaced by the head of a very erect dick. I stopped thrusting to give whoever was entering me a chance to get inside.
I moaned as I was filled, relishing the feeling of fullness as well as the feeling of a tight ass clenching my own hard dick. At the sensation of pubic hair brushing against my ass, I started humping myself in and out of the tight warmness that enveloped my cock, while at the same time impaling myself on the spike that was buried inside me.
“You like fucking my dad’s ass, don’t you?” It was Matt’s husky voice that whispered in my ear. So it was Matt who was fucking me.
Matt’s deep voice went all through me, making me tremble. What he said rippled through me. Amazingly enough, I no longer had an issue with Matt and Carl being father and son. Something to think about later…
I reached up and started twisting and tweaking one of Carl’s nipples as I thrust in and out of him, which in turn pushed Matt deeper inside me. This was a new experience for me. Never before had I fucked and got fucked at the same time, and I sure hoped it wouldn’t it be the last. Having Matt’s big dick stroking against my prostate, while Carl’s hot, tight ass wrapped around my cock, was an amazing feeling.
Without warning, Matt slammed his dick in my ass, grunted, moaned and then I felt him unloading inside of me. That was all it took to push me right over the edge. Grabbing Carl’s hips, I pounded into him feeling my balls clench up almost painfully as I shot my load into him.
Not even giving me a chance to recover, Matt pulled me out of Carl’s ass by rolling me onto my back. He then pushed Carl over on his stomach, pulled him up onto his knees then dived into his dad’s ass, sucking out my load. Never one to miss an opportunity, I positioned myself underneath Carl to suck his pulsating dick. Between Matt eating his ass out, and my gobbling down his big dick, he was unable to hold back and gifted me with a nice, big load, bellowing out as orgasm overtook him.
Once we untangled ourselves, our breathing back to somewhat normal, we all looked at each other and laughed. It was a great start to another day on the farm.
“I gotta piss,” Carl announced.
“So do I,” Matt echoed, and they both got up, heading for the john.
Without thinking, I jumped up and ran to get in front of them, blocking the door. “Me first,” I said sarcastically, feeling frisky.
Matt looked at Carl, Carl looked back at Matt, and they both got huge grins on their faces. Carl picked me up under the arms and carried me to the shower. He plopped me down just as Matt turned on the shower. The water was ice cold.
“You bitches!” I screamed.
They stood there making sure I couldn’t jump out until the water warmed up. They then joined me.
“You can be real assholes sometimes, ya know that?” I whined. Before I could even finish Matt dumped a blob of shampoo on my head and started washing my hair. No sooner had he started than Carl picked up the soap and started washing me.
I quickly shut up and enjoyed the attention I was getting. They washed me from head to toe, massaging me as they went.
“I could really get used to this, guys.”
Matt and Carl only chuckled as they pushed me toward the back after having rinsed me down with the handheld shower attachment.
“Our turn,” Carl said as he started washing Matt’s chest.
Matt took the soap from Carl and did the same, starting with his chest. I stood there watching, amazed at how I was getting turned on again just watching them. The tenderness and their masculinity seemed to seep from their pores; it was like watching live art.
Carl turned to let Matt rinse his back and noticed my hard on. “Damn, boy, ain’t you ever satisfied?”
I looked down at my dick, which was pointing towards the ceiling. “Uhh…” I looked back up and saw each of them smiling, shaking their heads. “What can I say? You guys just turn me on.”
“Well, that’s a compliment I’ll take any ol’ day.” Carl smiled before leaning down to kiss me quickly.
I was somewhat embarrassed at being busted with yet another erection. I jumped out of the shower. “I’ll go start the coffee while you guys finish up.”
Before I could get a towel, Carl reached out and smacked my ass. Hard.
“Ouch. What was that for?”
“Just helping with that woody you got sportin’ there,” he said, laughing.
I quickly dried off and scurried off to the kitchen.
I went into the kitchen and started the coffee, followed a few minutes later by Matt and Carl. We all enjoyed the hot java while discussing what the agenda for the day was to be. We decided that Carl would run the fresh salad greens and some of the strawberries to the local market in town. That would give Matt and me time to continue the one-on-one interview session.
Carl got cleaned up, dressed, and ready to leave, while Matt and I made breakfast. After eating, Carl gave each of us a nice, long kiss goodbye then headed out. While cleaning up the kitchen, and before starting the interview session, I had something on my mind that I wanted to discuss with Matt.
“Matt… there’s something that I’ve wanted to talk to you about, and it’s a little hard for me,” I started.
“Since when is there something not hard with you?” Matt teased.
“I’m serious, Matt.” I tensed.
“Sorry, Carter. What’s on your mind?” Matt soothed as he saw I was not only serious but a little anxious.
“Well… I wanted to make sure that you were okay with… you know… what we’ve been doing… ya know?” I stumbled through what I was trying to say.
“You mean with Carl and me?” Matt asked, questioningly.
“Yeah… I mean, I don’t mean to intrude or step on anyone’s toes. Sometimes I feel like I’m pushing myself into yours and Carl’s personal life.”
There, it was out.
Matt looked surprised for a minute. He walked over to me and pulled me to him. “First off, neither Carl nor I are weaklings. If we didn’t want to be sharing our bed with you, we wouldn’t be. Second, I know without a doubt that I have Carl’s love, and I’m secure enough to know that nothing could come between us. Nothing. Third off, we have enough love between us to share and still have plenty left over. Carter, we care for you. Even though it has only been a relatively short period of time, we feel like we’ve known you for a lot longer— enough to trust you and fall in love with you— and I think that you share those feelings. Don’t you?”
Looking up into Matt’s incredible eyes, I said, “Yeah. I’m pretty sure I’m in love with both of you, although I don’t know how. I’ve never thought it was possible to love two men at the same time. It’s like somehow you’re two men but you’re not two men, if that makes any sense. I mean, yeah, you’re two guys, but somehow you’re one. I know that sounds kinda crazy.”
“No, not at all. Like I think I told you, I feel as if Carl is part of me. Like when he’s not with me, part of me is missing. I’m pretty sure that he feels the same way.” Matt had this faraway look as he answered me. He focused back on me. “Carter, you really are a part of our family now. I hope you can see it that way.”
“Thanks, Matt, I do feel that way. I just wanted to make sure that you were okay with it is all.” I was tearing up a bit as I looked up at him.
We stood there holding each other for quite a while. As we huddled together, my emotions settled down and I was more relaxed that I had been, feeling a lot more confident.
“Go get your stuff and let’s get this interview going. Carl won’t take too long in town.” Matt smiled down at me. “I’ll get us some fresh coffee and I’ll meet you out on the deck, how’s that?”
I nodded to him as I stepped away to go and get my satchel.
Matt and I settled down out on the deck with fresh cups of coffee, my notes out, and the digital recorder all set up. It was a beautiful early summer morning and we took a few moments to enjoy it. It was nice being outside with Matt, both of us naked as the day we were born. I looked over at Matt and he nodded to me, letting me know he was ready to start.
[Interview with Matt Evans part two]
Carter Roberts: “Matt, last time we left off with you and your father at IHOP, after spending the night together—the night after your first sexual experience together. Why don’t we pick up there?”
Matt Evans: “Okay. Carl—I mean, Dad—dropped me off at the bar to pick up my Jeep. Things were a little uncomfortable between us, neither of us talking that much. I told Dad that I’d be home for the weekend.”
“I knew he’d be going through all kinds of shit during that week, trying to wrap his head around us. I mean, he would have all kinds of trouble redefining us as a couple, and not just father and son. It was going to be a long week for both of us. Now, you have to remember, I’d also just found out he was gay.”
“That week I did a lot of soul searching. The first thing I asked myself was: is this what I really want? Did I want a romantic and sexual relationship with my father? It didn’t take me long to find the answer. Without a doubt, it was yes. I truly was in love with the man, who also happened to be my father. The next thing I asked myself: was I willing to fight to have that kind of relationship? Again, it didn’t take me long to come to the decision that I did. Now I knew he was gay and there was a chance, I had hope.”
“With those things out of the way, I had to figure out how to make that happen. I knew it was going to be up to me to make things move along, to make him okay with it. Dad was never going to come to me; I was going to have to go to him as a man, a man he could love, and not as just as a son. That was where he was hung up, so I would have to become something other than his son, at least for the time being.”
“The other thing that I had to think about, whether I wanted to or not, was what would I do if he rejected me as a possible partner, a lover? That was the hardest thing for me. How would I feel if that happened? I knew it would about kill me to get this close to having him in the way that I wanted, only to lose him after having him sexually, after him knowing how I felt. The answer was I would have to leave. There was no way I could be around him, knowing I had come so close to being with him, only to be rejected by him… in that way. At least for a while, I wouldn’t be able to be around him, if ever. It would just be too hard. I tried to not think about it, but it was in the back of my mind.”
Carter Roberts: “If things had not worked out the way that they have, what was your plan? Did you have one?”
Matt Evans: “Yeah. My plan was to see if I could transfer schools, preferably out of state, change my name, and try to disappear.”
Cater Roberts: “That is pretty severe, don’t you think?”
Matt Evans: “I guess, but I didn’t see any other alternative. I knew that I couldn’t be around him, it would have been too hard.”
Carter Roberts: “So what happened when you came home that first time after… you know, after that weekend?”
Matt Evans: “When I walked in the door, Dad was standing in the middle of the living room. He looked like a deer caught in headlights. He looked like hell, like he hadn’t eaten or slept the entire week. It was a little scary at first, both of us just standing there looking at each other. If I had said ‘boo’ real loud, I think he would have pissed himself.”
“Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I knew that was the moment that would change my life for better or for worse. I walked up to him, greeted him by his first name, and kissed him, making sure it was like a lover and not a son. It took a while for him to start kissing me back, but eventually he did. We ended up spending the rest of that afternoon, and most of the evening, in bed. It was the best day of my life. Not only did I have the man of my dreams, and my dad all rolled into one, but I’d had the best sex of my entire life. We did everything. Now, it wasn’t just sex, it was making love like I had never done before. Until that day, I don’t think I even knew what making love was really all about, or more importantly, what it all meant.”
Carter Roberts: “What was it like growing up?”
Matt Evans: “I had a great childhood. I had all kinds of people around who loved me, and I knew they loved me. My mother and I were not as close as I was with Dad or Grandma, or even Grandpa for that matter. It was like she always held back a little, but I knew she loved me; and she always spent time with me, but it wasn’t the same as with Dad.”
“She died when I was eight. It was a real shock to everyone. I think Dad took it the hardest. My grandmother really loved my mom also, they were pretty close. It didn’t take me long to realize that dad needed me, so I tried to do everything I could for him, anything to make it easier.”
“The best thing about my childhood was the time I spent with Dad. You see, Dad would take the time to show me things, teach me things. I remember this one time, I got home from school and Dad was in the workshop. He had just started tearing down the motor for the push mower. I asked him what he was doing and he explained to me step by step, what he was doing and why. I asked him questions and he would explain everything he was doing. If he hadn’t been teaching me, he could have had that thing torn down and put back together that day, probably, but because he was, it took us three days. He always waited until I was home each day, before he started working on it, so I could do it with him.”
“A few weeks ago, I was in the workshop, or tool room, and I was a little more than half way done with putting the mower back together, after I had pulled it all apart. Dad walked in and asked what I was doing, and I told him. Then he asked how I knew how to do it, and I reminded him of that time that he taught me. He had forgotten. That was a great moment for me. It reminded me of all the patience he’d had with me as a kid. That is just one example of what kind of Dad he was and how much I learned from him. He always made time for me.”
Carter Roberts: “You were very lucky then. I don’t know many men who can say that.”
Matt Evans: “Yep, I know. I am lucky, in so many ways, and trust me, I know it. I'm thankful every day I wake up and see him next to me.”
Carter Roberts: “How did that weekend end?”
Matt Evans: “Whew… how to start. I guess when I got ready to leave things got a bit strange. The tipping point there was when I went into my room and packed up some stuff to take with me. Winter was coming on and I needed some warmer clothes. Dad came into my room and froze. I think it was then that it all came crashing down on him. It was then that the illusion of me, not being his son but his lover, hit him full force. After a moment of us looking at each other, he turned and went downstairs.”
“I got the rest of what I needed and made a dash downstairs. I didn’t want everything to go to shit. It had been a great weekend up until that point, and I didn’t want to go back to the way things were. I couldn’t. I don’t think he could either.”
“When I got to the kitchen, he was sitting at the table with a half bottle of whiskey, an empty glass in his hand. He’d not had a drink. Not yet, at least. I pushed the bottle away from him. I sat at the table next to him and…well, I think I caressed his cheek and then said, ‘I love you. You make me complete. I need and want you.’”
Carter Roberts: “What did he say?”
Matt Evans: “He didn’t say anything at first. He just stared at me. I knew that it was now or never. I had to get him to understand where I was coming from, how much I needed him as my lover and then my father. Sounds strange to say it like that, but that is how I did and do feel. I need him more as my man than my father now. Although, I am lucky enough to have both.”
“I pulled him to his feet and stood before him, holding him. I told him I was standing in front of the man I was in love with, the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with as my partner and my lover. Then I repeated that I was in love with him. For better or for worse, I would be there as his life-partner. Then I kissed him.”
[Matt paused for a long time]
“It took a few moments, which seemed like a lifetime to me right then, for him to react at all. It was slow, but he started to kiss me back. It was when his arms wrapped around me that I knew things were going to work out.”
“Now, I have to say it hasn’t always been easy. We had a helluva time dealing with some nosy ass relatives. Relatives that neither of us really cared all that much for, by the way. I have this one aunt, my mother’s sister, who was always trying to push us into going to church with her. You know, one of those real bible-thumping churches? Neither one of us was religious, and had never been. She got to be a real pain in the ass, always showing up with a pie or something on Saturday nights, trying to talk us into going to her church.”
“I think she started to get a bit too curious about us. That’s when I started planning on us getting out of there. Dad had a pretty decent offer on the place from this big corporation, which is killing our country’s farms, one by one, if you ask me. Anyway, we worked it all out and finally gave into them. But we got top dollar and dad sold the house separately. Funny thing about that, though, is he sold it for one dollar. He just didn’t want the house he and I both grew up in bulldozed. He can be a real sentimental old cuss sometimes.”
“Anywho, I did a bunch of research while at school, and knew that we could get a good start and have an almost immediate cash earning business with this breed of cattle. We got this place and have been rollin’ along ever since.”
Carter Roberts: “What happened to the aunt? Any other family?”
Matt Evans: “Don’cha know, that old busy body insisted on coming for a visit? Luckily for me, I was already scheduled to go and spend some time at a ranch in Colorado, where I was going to buy up part of a herd. I still wanted to get some hands on experience with this breed and it all worked out. I went, she came. I came back, spent one day with her before she left. Haven’t had much contact with her since. I think she finally gave up. We have our lives and she has hers.”
“There wasn’t much other family back there. Dad was an only child, most of his uncles and one aunt had died, so there was only Aunt Cathy that was a problem.”
Carter Roberts: “Thanks, Matt. I think that will do it for this session.”
Matt Evans: “No, thank you, Carter.”
[End of individual interview with Matt Evans]