Bi Husband BBC Obsessed Pt. 07

And impaled I was, the whole world was spinning around that cock down my throat like a ferris wheel. I was at the center of a spinning universe, and I loved it. I was honestly invigorated, the opposite of exhausted, and Zach's amazing cock remained hard though he was clearly spent.

"Oh Daddy, you sucked me dry. I think you took a lot of come. Are you okay? I need to lie down before I fall down." Reluctantly I pulled off his cock, watched it hang and bounce as he slowly slumped on the Berber beside me. He was a beautiful sight. I reached over and lifted the slowly deflating head, leaned down and took it in my mouth again--a last kiss and suck. He just lay there, looking so happy, maybe momentarily dozing off.

The sound of violent butt fucking drew my eyes to the TV that had been playing that "Blacked" DVD that we had all but ignored. Our own drama seemed to have drowned it out. My cock of course was hard throughout, never relieved. As I regained my focus I started to stroke my cock. Just like Zach had told me, there was a monster BBC getting ready to find its way into a tiny white butt. It looked impossible. For a minute the Black man leaned down, spread those tiny white cheeks and tongued fucked the bitch real deep and hard. She moaned and raised her butt now lubricated only by his saliva, but seemingly ready to do the impossible. I stroked my cock, pulling all the way to the end, I was ready to come. It had been a long wait. The BBC's huge cock was pressing hard, she screamed not so much a scream of pain but of recognition that he was in. I watched that head disappear. It was shocking and beautiful, and a good ten inches of very hard cock aimed to follow. I stroked, transfixed.

Zach was regaining consciousness, as I was jacking hard. He saw and turned to me saying, "Daddy, oh goodness let me jack your beautiful cock." He didn't wait for answer as his strong Black hand took hold and took over entirely, jacking his dad's cock pointed directly at the TV. What a feeling, a man's hand jacking me off, a first, and it was my son's hand looking so pretty easily surrounding my cock with his Black fingers. Better actually than what was on the screen, still once my cock was in the sanctuary of my son's powerful hand, my eyes turned back to that Black pole sliding into that white butt--going where it couldn't possibly go! I had been on hold so long, on an out stroke with my cock pointed directly at the TV, I shot my load right on the screen. Direct hit. Not a Zach-caliber load, but the best yet with Zach. I screamed with relief, just like the white cunt on screen, and Zach slowed his pace more to a milking motion. Best jack I had ever had. Zach leaning down and sucking the last drops from my cock, then back to my open mouth--again sharing the exquisite taste of our come mixing from both well used mouths.

"Thank you son, we are something. We need to get a white bitch in here and give your cock a cunt's butt that is dying to be raped by your beauty." Zach jumped in immediately, "God, that would be so cool." I saw movement, and sure enough his cock was hard again in an instant, with those words and that thought alone. We needed a plan.

"I need to take Atticus out, it's 8:00. I could use a snack, maybe even a coffee. We've had quite a workout. Might be fun to actually watch this "Blacked" movie in full, or one of the others. Or Saturday Night Live comes on here tonight at 8:30. Might get a call from the wife too, but I hope not. You are staying the night aren't you?" Kind of a to-do list from me, actually I fully hoped for and even expected we were anything but through. A jack like roomies could be fun, and maybe Zach would show off with that strange white butt toy.

"Daddy, of course I'm staying. You take Atticus out and I'll get things cleaned up. I could brew a fresh pot of coffee, we never really finished the first, and I'd like a hunk of that whole grain loaf. Beyond that, just happy to be here and could talk with you forever. So anything you want. Atticus looks ready for his walk, and I'll be more than ready when you get back." Zach had it covered, "Do you want me back in bathrobe and panties?"

"YES!" I said, "Me too, and I'll freshen up when I get back with Atticus. And Zach, I just loved seeing your hand wrapped around my cock, jacking your dad off big time. Still have never seen you jack-off yourself, being in your own world. Back in a few honey!" And I was off with Atticus, in sweats and running shoes.

While walking, saying hello to a few neighbors and dog-friends, I knew I was going to need to talk to Victoria. There, I actually said her name. I pulled my iPhone out, figuring I'd take full advantage of the Atticus walk, then held back. Probably the best thing. Buy time. Not sure when or if I was going to pop this bubble with her, deeply fearful of the reaction.

Zach and I had more sex in the last twenty-four hours than she and I had in the last couple of years combined, and it was the best sex by far. Beyond that, I loved his company. His words "like a married couple" stuck in my mind. Truth--he and I were like what a married couple could or should be. Trusting, loving, and focused on our sexuality as art without judgement or jealousy. For God's sake, we were planning future times together, planning his next career phase, planning to recruit a lesbian Dom or couple, planning to help him find a young white cunt in need of intense anal from my BBC son. I even found myself thinking about him moving in. I didn't want to be away from him. This was heavy.

When I came back in, the place was clean and coffee was brewing. I said a quick hello, let go of Atticus anxious to see Zach, and headed for the master bath to change and take a minute to enjoy my joint. I had a lot on my mind, for sure I was going to have to talk to Victoria, but right now I needed to talk to my son, my lover.

"The place looks great Zach, and you look delicious. Want to have our coffee and a hunk of that loaf at the dining table?" That sort-of mean't, I wanted to talk. His immediate response, "Love to dad!"

The Sumatra was great, dipping into that almond cream cheese was wonderful. With ease, because it was Zach, I started, "So I have been avoiding talking about Victoria. You know she knows my feelings, but now it is more than anyone could have imagined. I don't know how I am going to package it with her, how or if we can ease into it in stages with her. And there is the issue of how her return next Friday affects you and me, our love affair, our sex life, our appetite for each other." A big pause and I continued, "Walking Atticus I found myself avoiding calling her and thinking to myself about you moving in. Outside we would be two straight men, you renting a room sort of thing. What do you think?"

"It's on my mind too, and maybe we are both shoving as much as possible into this week out of fear we may lose it. Honestly, I don't want to lose it, but accept that you are married and any scenario will be a management challenge." Zach stopped right there, then after a long hesitation said, "I want this relationship with you to continue Daddy, no matter how it has to morph. I love you and love what we have. I will support any approach to Victoria that you think best. Period. I'm with you!"

"Wow Zach, and thank you," I was blown away by how real and simple he made it. "I will call Victoria, and offer a soft version of us, and hope for the best. She is a wonderful person, please let me excuse myself, I'm going to bite the bullet right now." I headed for my studio and called Victoria.

That familiar sweet voice answered, "Hi honey, good to hear from you, but I didn't really expect it. We are about to watch Saturday Night Live. Are you okay?"

I answered back, "I have something pretty amazing to share. I'll be brief. Honey--I sucked a cock." There, it was out, no place to run, no option of a retreat. "After all these years, I suspect that news is still a shock. I hope you can take some time and let it soak in. I think it is a very positive thing, for me surely, and for us and our marriage." Words! I was just throwing words at her, a vocal accompaniment to an atom bomb.

She responded calmly, on the surface, "Wow honey, so fill me in please. Where did this mystery man come from or was he waiting in the wings, waiting for me to be in California?"

"Honey," yes I called her honey, "I was at T&C yesterday afternoon, just driving back from the airport. Never knew the fellow, a Navy kid--young man I mean. We chatted like you've come to expect of me, and hit it off. Just reassigned from New Jersey and had rented a place down the street from us. I invited him to come over for dinner, and to my surprise he accepted. That's the short story."

She pounced, "So where does it go from here, or was this a one-time thing?"

"He's a great person, it was a great experience, and yes I plan to see him again. I've never been in this place before, a step at a time. But I felt I needed to tell you immediately. No intention of a blindside Honey, we'll have to see where it goes and how it affects us." I really had said enough. I wanted off the phone. I wanted to share this beachhead with Zach, and smoke a joint. "I'm planning to still make that drive tomorrow to Long Beach, want to talk more tomorrow night?"

"Is he going with you?' She was pointed, and trying to restrain her anger or hurt.

"Haven't even mentioned that to him, I don't know his plans, but expect he has major Navy-challenges to prepare for. He's an Engineer at Sub Base Bangor. He reminds me of Tony, takes his job real seriously." God I wanted it to be done.

"I guess I'm not that surprised, but again I am. Really thought it would never happen beyond fantasy. It is a lot to take in. Will you call me when you get back tomorrow?" Hallelujah! Maybe I was off the hook for another day.

"Relax Dear, I'll call you tomorrow afternoon for sure. I love you Honey!" A little contrived but for goodness sakes, I do love her, but I'm living in an emotional maelstrom right now. I felt very guilty. Fucked up. I felt like crying.

Her response, "I love you too, looking forward to your call tomorrow!" And that was that.

I needed a joint fast, but had to report to Zach, "Well sweetheart, that was just one small step, but it carries huge consequences. Exhausting, but glad I did it. She and I will talk again tomorrow night. I'm assuming that you'll need to head home tomorrow afternoon, and get things in order for Monday morning at the base." He gave me a knowing look and as we hugged, my tears flowed. Heavy stuff. I was all chugged-up.

"I love you dad, and know that was huge for you. I appreciate you so much. Go smoke your joint, I'm here for you." Zach, what a prince.

I came back a little more composed and hungry for what was left of this Saturday evening with Zach. And there he was, facing me, standing in the living room in his wide open bathrobe quite proudly showing off his body and those white silk panties. It was a gorgeous scene. I had been sitting in my bathroom, filled with thoughts crashing about in my head, smoking pot and stroking my cock out of one leg of my black silk panties. I liked it like that, naughty. Despite the size difference with Zach's, I had always loved my cock, thought it was beautiful, and wished I could suck it. Zach was fast to notice it hanging from its black silk confines, my robe wide open as I walked in. We smiled at each other, embraced and handled each other's cock. Sweet. Reassuring.

He had turned the TV on, ready to watch a DVD--if I wanted. I did.

"Such a pretty boy, my Zach," I said and kissed him gently on the lips. "Let's sit on the couch together and watch a movie. A new one, maybe. Great as that scene you jacked me on was, I'm real curious about the others. But knowing you chose that one first, and understanding that bitch's white butt was a dream never realized, happy to go back there. I'll let you watch and jack, or I'd be so pleased to jack and suck my son's come, with you in any position that suits you."

"Cool dad, I've seen them all and I think you'll like them." Zach picked up one titled "Interracial Bareback," and raised his eyebrows wondering what I thought.

"Great, but again, I want it to be what you want. More understanding about my son, turns me on!" I said, "So you choose, then let's relax and enjoy it, let it run, see what happens--I'm hungry to please you, to love you. Isn't it cool Zach, we are free and we do whatever we want. God that feels good. No judgements, just guys being guys. Thank you. It's so good to be here alone with you, at the movies, handling cocks without shame."

"You know dad, as you suspected that "Blacked" DVD is special. Watching what I always wanted and never got. Part of what makes it so cool is that it reminds me that I am a straight man who through you, has found love for gay sex. The best experience of my life. But also like you, women are gorgeous, and with more confidence, I want to fuck them too--anal especially. So I'm really bi just like you, my dad. I know a scene I want to watch, can I lean back on the couch with the remote, and direct you as my cock-sucking Daddy whore? I'm in the mood to get off feeling dominant, is that okay?" Zach was so sensitive, and I wanted to see what he wanted, and get a massive howling load out of him.

"Son, be the straight Dom and I will so love following your exact orders and servicing you. Take it away and be yourself!" That was the truth, and all I needed to say.

Zach got himself in position, leaning back on the red couch, bathrobe open, cock getting hard, remote in his hand. He started the movie again and ordered me to my knees in front of him. "Take my panties off please Daddy, I'm in a masculine mood and am going to fuck that white bitch's butt, like I fucked yours. I'm going to talk dirty, tell you how to service me--do exactly what I say faggot." I loved it, Zach again taking the power position. Zach continued, "Wow what a pretty white ass, and she's already gotten that BBC hard taking it in her cunt throat. She's pulling her cheeks apart, she wants my cock. He's pushing the head right against her puckered rosebud, pucker your lips dad, and push against the head of my cock. Good cunt, relax and let it pop in, just the head." I pushed as Zach had demanded and let the head of his swollen cock pop into my mouth. I stopped there, just sucking, waiting for orders. Loving every minute.

"Good job cunt, I'm in and now I'm going to fuck you like the white bitch whore you are. Focus on the head dad, and start rough jacking from the base up to your mouth. Jack it hard and keep sucking that head. Good Daddy, jack and take a minute and tongue my hole. Fucking that dick with your tongue, we're going to give her a great butt fuck. Move your head side to side the way she's squirming to get it all up her cunt whore ass. Good Daddy, back to steady hard work on that head, and jack that shaft like it's in her butt. Jack and suck--cunt." Zach was totally into it, and I loved his direction. He continued, "My faggot Daddy, you are doing great, we're all the way in that white cunt hole. Jack harder, I'm pounding the bitch and I'm all the way it--God it's beautiful. She's ready for a load and I aim to fill her up with my come. Jack it out of me, suck hard, don't miss a drop."

Zach began an animal howl. His pelvis began to shake. I felt the load coming as I jacked him hard from the base right up to my mouth, that cock head deep in her ass on the screen, swelled up filling my mouth by its girth alone and come rolled in--in huge waves. "I'm in deep Daddy, all the way in and I'm loading that bitch up," he went wild, howling, shaking, grinding his big Black cock up her imagined ass. I was doing my best, but at this point I was her ass and I was as surely just along for the ride as she was on screen. I could hear her screaming, matching Zach's howling. My son was having an out of body, living fuck in her ass, through my mouth. I was back on autopilot, jacking more come into my mouth butt. I was that girl's ass, swallowing the biggest load ever. My mouth was a faggot butt hole being filled by Zach's endless milkshake, loving the taste. Amazed by the volume. Zach was superb, such pelvic power, an explosive cock head, I just milked and swallowed and loved my son. He was finally getting to butt fuck the white bitch he had never had before, and she wanted it--just like I did. Again, that feeling of being so useful was sublime, feeling so beautifully used in service of my son's every need.

As the howling subsided, Zach slumped panting, and breathless. I was in heaven slowing my jack motions while continuing to gently suck and love that fat cock head, not about to let go, wanting every little jerk and spurt to feed my hungry faggot mouth.

To be continued...