GayCest – Mr Landon & His Boy Ian 1 – Welcome To Forbidden Boy Hotel
I’m used to getting lustful looks. Not bragging, just a fact. Most of my life people have wanted to get fucked by me (or fuck me) and I’ve just become used to it. I take care of myself, exercise, present myself well, so I can’t say I don’t work for it… or even enjoy it. But I’ll never forget when I started getting those looks from an unexpected source: my baby boy, Ian.
I think most boys grow up idolizing their old man, but I could tell there was something more to it that just innocent admiration. I would catch him watching me at the pool or the beach, coming back from the gym, or sometimes even stepping out of the shower. I always encouraged his curiosity, but as time went by, I knew he was beginning to have more sexual thoughts.
At first I didn’t know what to do. Honestly, it felt kinda like the best compliment in the world to be seen as desirable by him. You get older, the lustful looks still happen, sure. But to him, I always stood strong, tall, and handsome. What surprised me the most was when I started to get turned on by him as well! Time went on and I could see a bit of that undeniable handsomeness that I always carried. Cute face, nice body, even a sizeable cock. I guess he’s a chip off the old block in that way.
Pretty soon, it was me sneaking glances. At the pool, in the gym, even stepping out of the shower. After the fifth or sixth time I caught myself masturbating to Ian, I went online to try and get a handle on what to do. I read countless stories, unsure what was real or not, but always enticed by what I would find. Tumblrs, Handjob magazine, Nifty… all occupied my quiet evenings in bed, thinking about my boy just down the hall.
It was then that I came across the Forbidden Boy Hotel website. I spent some time digging online, and tried to find out if it was real. There was very little information about the place good or bad. I really was hoping to get a sense of what it was. But it seemed so exclusive and private that no one ever talked about it who went. Eventually, my curiosity was piqued and I thought “why not?”
I didn’t tell Ian what it was, but it didn’t matter. He was just excited for a weekend away. We used to go camping together a few years ago, but now, it was hard to find one-on-one time between work and school. At the very least, it would give us some time to bond and relax. But deep down I knew, if this is was real, this would bring us even closer together.
On the drive we talked about his sexuality. About my sexuality. I piqued his curiosity and he was visibly aroused, despite trying to hide it. I gave him just enough information that he wouldn’t be completely shocked when we arrived. In fact, he seemed excited, but he’s always been so shy it can be hard to tell what he’s thinking.
When we arrived, the place was beautiful and quiet. There were no neighbors of any kind, so we really felt like it was just us. Settling in, I read over the welcome packet carefully. With Ian by my side, I tried to play it calm and cool, like I was just reading things about WiFi passwords and recycling. In fact, I was being given careful guidance on how to finally make love to my boy.
Step one was easy: take the clothes laid out for you and change. We went to the little locker room to change. I’d changed in front of Ian countless times, but this time would be different. We headed to the small room and began to disrobe, exchanging our clothes for the jockstraps and bathrobes we were provided. It was a tight space so I helped Ian out of his clothes. As I did, I got a close look at his well defined body.
As I helped him, my hands lingered on his buttocks, even bravely making their way to his crotch. The first test. He didn’t flinch or react negatively. He seemed completely fine with it. Even happy. As I put his jock on, I saw he was getting aroused! I proceeded to change next to him, stripping down and placing on my own jock and robe. As my pants fell down, my cock hung between my legs, probably a foot or so from Ian. His eyes locked on it, closer to him in that moment than probably at any other time in his life. I could see his eyes widen and get excited, and I knew I made the right call.
Once in bed, I opened the packet again. I couldn’t believe what I had read. I couldn’t believe this was real. I continued to read the instructions provided, curious what I could look forward to. Everything was so unreal and exciting, it was hard to keep my erection contained in my tight jock. When Ian came into bed with me, it was like a dream come true. He snuggled up beside me as he’d done many times, but the skin to skin contact of his soft sheek to my chest was a total rush of emotion.
My heart pounded as it pumped everything to my cock, causing it to fall out the side of my underwear. This did not escape Ian’s attention, seeing it just a few inches from his mouth. I could feel his hot breath on it as he contemplated his next move. I didn’t want to do anything or say anything, afraid that the moment might pass.
But then, he moved his mouth down, pressing his soft lips to the head of my cock, getting his first taste of his old man. I must have grown an extra inch just from the contact, completely aroused by my boy’s eagerness and bravery. I couldn’t be prouder… or more turned on.
I placed my hand on his butt, trailing the curve of his backside with my fingers as he devoured my manhood. I had a substantial package and was concerned it might be too much for him at first. But, damn, if my boy didn’t take it like a pro. I watched with pride as he swallowed me down again and again, savoring the taste of his old man in his mouth, feeling it grow harder and fatter between his lips.
After a few minutes, the moment came to me in full realization. Here I was, on a weekend away, getting blown by my baby boy, caressing his tight, perfect, pink little buttonhole with my fingers, dripping precum down his throat… all before I was going to fuck him. Ian. My boy. It seemed so crazy, but now, in this moment, it felt so perfect. I was going to make love to my boy, and I couldn’t be happier…
