As the weeks have gone by, we've settled into a routine together. We are still
getting to know each other, though. We have a lot of time to make up for, and a
lot of history to sort out. I still sometimes see the "boy" in Hunter peek out,
or at least I think I do. Last night led to a conversation about sexual
fantasies. Hunter very cautiously admitted that he has fantasized about, "being
dominated by a stranger." I suppressed a smile as my cock grew hard in my pants.
I knew it. My son was almost ready for a "Daddy." A stranger! Seriously?! Like I
was going to give my son to a stranger? I don't think so! These things have to
be handled gently, though. I took a deep breath, tried to be casual and said, "I
could be your stranger." "Really?" "Will you do what I say?" "Yeah." "Get on
your knees." I felt like it was too soon for dirty talk, much less anything as
intense as spanking, or even really rough sex. I fucked him, though. For the
first time, I wasn't gentle. I didn't make love to him. I put him face down on
the bed and fucked him hard; like he was a stranger. I used his hole for my
pleasure, to get me off. It was exhilarating! I hadn't been with anybody but
Hunter, since he caught me with the other guy in the alley. Sex with Hunter has
been wonderful, unique, and special, but I've held back, let it be about him
first. Now it was my turn and I only realized how much I've missed real fucking
when I started pounding my cock into my son's hole.
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