A meeting with my Father in Law

I was thirty-nine and tore my ACL. Since my supervisor’s job requires me to walk around, I was off work for six weeks. That was way too much idle time for me. After the first week, I had grown tired of binge-watching TV. After the second week, I had grown tired of watching porn and jacking off. Of course, my wife had long gone tired of my fixation with sex, so I was horny and alone all day with no release other than my right hand. Soon, I discovered online chatting and was enjoying running down different rabbit holes of sexual fetishes. Cuckold fantasies was of a particular interest and that got me to where I went getting turned on by the thought of watching my wife get laid. That invariable led to where I was getting horny thinking about sucking the dick of my imaginary wife’s lover. By the end of the third week, I was chatting online with other men about what it was like to give and receive oral sex from another man. I developed an online friendship with an older retired man that lived not to far away who enjoyed receiving head from other men. He was encouraging me to take the plunge and give it a try. He said that he wanted to have a local guy that would give him head on a regular basis as his wife was no longer interested in sex at all. He said that he would be gentle, not pushy and stop right away if I lost my nerve. On Wednesday of the fourth week, I couldn't take it anymore and decided that I was going to do it. He couldn’t host and I didn’t want to invite him over to the house even though my wife was gone all day. But I had an RV, and I paid to have it stored in a barn not too far away. I knew that the owner of the barn was gone during the day, and it would be a discrete place to meet. The following day, I arranged to meet him at the barn. It was a cool day, and I arrived early and started the heater. I instructed him where to park, how to enter the barn and which trailer to come to. I was sitting on the couch in nervous anticipation that I was about to give my first blowjob. Although I had thought that there was a possibility that I might know the man I was about to meet, I was not prepared for who it was. I opened the door to find that the man I had been chatting with was my father-in-law. He quickly turned and walked away. I felt like I had just been busted by the FBI and afraid of how this would end. But soon there was another knock at the door. After getting over the initial panic, we sat and talked. We had obviously outed our bisexuality to each other and agreed to keep what we now knew about each other a secret. It was a fairly short conversation, and he got up to leave. There was a long pause as we stood by the door. I don’t remember which one of us said it, but I think we were both thinking the same thing. We had come this far; we might as well compete the act. He pulled down his pants, I sat on the couch and I sucked him off. I was impressed with his size and that he still got quite hard at his age. I was also surprised at how fun and exciting it was to do that to him. I will always remember how he tenderly ran his fingers through my hair as I sucked his cock and then how he face fucked me as he ejaculated inside my mouth. Only after realizing that I had no running water in the camper, did I swallow. I had always gotten the feeling that my father-in-law didn’t like me after I married his daughter, and we always kept a distance. But now that I sucked his cock our relationship became changed for the better. The funny thing is that with him being my father-in-law no one thinks it the least bit odd if him and I spend time alone. It’s been three years now and I would hate to hazard a guess as to the number of times I have given him oral sex. Averaging twice a week for three years, do the math.

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