This story is a continuation of the bisexual aspect of my biography and it came as a great surprise to me!

In the mid-nineties, my mother died leaving her husband of forty years a widower on the verge of retirement. As I was still single it gave dad and me the chance to spend some quality time together. My mother was a strong woman who tended to dominate the things she and my dad did. So it was good to get to know him for the person he was. I hadn’t long bought my first house in a town in the north of England so it was easy commuting between his and my house.

One conversation came up about me getting married and settling down. Unsure of what l should say l asked him how broad-minded he was. He assured me that he was and l could tell him anything. At this point, I think he thought I was about to announce that I was gay. I swallowed hard and told him that while l loved women l also liked men and was not exclusive.

Dad went very quiet and I thought I had said too much. Maybe he could accept me being one or the other but not both. When I asked him what he was thinking he quickly reassured me that he was okay with it but I had my doubts. He then started asking questions about how long l had been like this and I told him honestly that I had been questioning myself for most of my adult life.

Being brought up a Catholic I was not to have any of those sorts of feelings so l suppressed them. I had long thought there might be a genetic aspect to it and dad was going to tell me about a member of the family that had caused a scandal. But again there was more silence which worried me a great deal and had me thinking l had ruined my relationship with him.

After a few minutes of silence, l began to see if I could find a way out of this awkward moment when dad looked at me and announced that he too had had these feelings but that during his day it was illegal and impossible to meet like-minded people except by encounter.

So there it was.

My bisexuality came from my dad.

He suppressed his feelings and went down the conventional route, marrying my mother and having four children. I, with the help of the new internet technology, was able to continue to experience both sides of my life. I have to say that this moment brought us closer together.

We spent the rest of the afternoon talking about the bisexual side of our lives. He asked me about when l first discovered l liked sex with men and l briefly told him about the man in the cinema and Father Damien .l kept a lot of the details to myself, not wanting to shock the old man but he questioned me more closely about it and bit by bit he managed to drag everything out of me: my first wanking off by another man, my first blow job both giving and receiving, discovering the sensuality of it and the first time penetration was involved.

I thought it only fair to ask the same questions and was shocked and excited to discover that he had a friend during his teenage years that became his wank buddy. He had sucked his cock but besides that and wanking, not much else. He did say that he was shown some black and white photographs of couples having sex in various positions. He confessed that while everyone else was leering and lusting after the tits and fanny of the girl he was silently admiring the cock images. This made me feel better about telling my dad the things I got up to and more relaxed about the sexually explicit language l was using.

The conversation eventually came round to how to meet like-minded men. I told him about the wonderful world of computers and the internet. This was the done mostly by using the telephone line. It meant unplugging the phone and connecting the line to the computer and hey presto you were connected to the world of whatever you wanted.

I also reluctantly told him about Gaydar as l was on it and him knowing even more about me was a step too far but as l had a user name he wouldn’t recognise and no facial picture either. l thought l was safe. He did ask but l refused to tell him. He was clearly going to make up for lost time and I really couldn’t blame him.

Over the next few weeks, dad bought a computer and l had the task of showing him how to use it and avoid the scams that were already starting to appear. Of course, we had to explore a few things on it mostly my dad's favourite topic ‘men.’ Once again it was strange looking at erect cocks and pert little bottoms with your dad but he seemed relaxed about it so l thought I should be too though I did notice a bulge appearing in his trousers.

Why not! There was one appearing in mine. We even discussed what he should put on his profile and we both decided that honesty was the best policy. Turns out dad was looking for someone very much like himself and life circumstances but fairly local as well. I did warn him to be patient but someone will come along. Over the next few weeks, dad became vaguer about what he was up to – that’s when l could get through to him and the phone wasn’t constantly engaged (as if l didn’t know what he doing ).

Out of the blue, he called me and invited himself to dinner the following Saturday evening and asked if he could bring a friend with him and stay over after having a few drinks. Was he going to be licking or sucking? I know what I had my money on after our recent conversations. Obviously I agreed but also wondered how this was going to go.

Saturday evening arrived, food was prepared and in the oven when the knock on the door arrived and in walked my dad and another man who was introduced to me as Ray. Both were carrying a bottle of wine and a wide smile. Ray, as it turns out was very easy to talk to and I quickly understood why my dad liked him. Wine opened and poured, and we chatted about this and that. It turns out Ray’s circumstances were similar to dad's and he too had repressed his bisexual feelings. Ray was divorced but there was no way he could tell any of his family what he was really about. So having a mate like my dad as a friend made everything acceptable.

Ray had obvious questions for us both about how we felt about both being bisexual and how it all came about. Dad looked at me and smiled. l told him I was relieved that my secret life wasn’t hidden anymore and hoped dad would enjoy and find himself in his retirement. We all drank to that and got down to the food.

There were more questions about some of the people I had met and I was relaxed enough to tell them about Father Damian and cross-dressing Craig (see my other stories). The more alcohol that was consumed, the more I found I was able to talk about some of the things I had done with other men freely. Dad took it all in his stride. He said that he and Ray had already enjoyed each others company without the need for clothes. This conversation was surreal but the wine had reduced our inhibitions and it began to seem an everyday way of talking.

Ray and my dad were sitting opposite me together on the settee and as we talked l could see Ray gently stroke dads leg and it was clear he was aroused by the explicit nature of the conversation. He looked at dad and asked him if he looked like me twenty-five years ago. Dad said he thought I did. Then he asked if I looked the same without clothes. Dad said that he would have to ask me which he did. Now l had been curious about what Ray might look like without his clothes too and as this was turning into something quite erotic.

l suggested we play ‘strip Jack naked' but looked across to dad to see if he was okay about it. Clearly, it was as he smiled and indicated to carry on.

Partway through the game l was regretting it as l lost the first four rounds. My shoes and socks were gone and if l lost the next one my shirt was a gonna too. Fortunately, l won the next four rounds so we were even. We both had our shirts, trousers and underwear to go.

Typically l lost the next two rounds so off came the shirt which exposed my shaved chest and rather erect nipples and then my trousers which exposed my cock tenting out of my boxers. There was a delay before the next round as Ray took in the scene. He looked across at dad who indicated that we should finish the game. I too was looking at him to see if we hadn’t gone too far. He just smiled.

The next round went to me which exposed Ray’s rather manly chest and so did the next round. After a slight hesitation Ray eventually removed his trousers . His briefs were bright in colour and his cock was desperately trying to escape from them. It was bigger than mine and I was impressed, as was my dad judging by the tent peg protruding from his trousers.

It was agreed that on the count of three we would remove our underwear and expose our manhoods to each other at the same time. It was such an erotic moment and I desperately wanted to stroke my nipples but held back until the task was complete. On the count of three down came our last piece of clothing and springing to attention were our erect cocks.

Just as I reached up to stroke my nipples Ray reached out to stroke my cock and it wasn’t long before he was on his knees hungrily taking it in his mouth. Another glance towards dad to see his reaction but he was stroking his nipples as well. Permission granted. So l let Ray gorge on my cock and take me to new heights. But before I gave him a mouthful of myself l swopped over giving Ray’s cock a good tongue lashing as well.

From the corner of my eye l could see my old man desperately trying to remove his clothes too. When he was naked l had a glimpse of what I would look like in twenty-five years' time. It wasn’t bad. It was the first time I had seen him naked and aroused during all those weeks of talking about bisexuality and by this point of the evening, it wasn’t a shock.

I stood to one side and let dad take over giving Ray more of what I had been doing. Before long they were lying on the carpet sucking the life out of each other with me sitting back and wanking.

You know when there is serious sex going on, it goes quiet as the hunt for orgasm gathers momentum. Well, it suddenly went very quiet in my house with noises associated with climatic sex. There were grunts and moans flying about my lounge, quickly followed by streams of cum with Ray taking his mouth away from the old man's cock and letting the first jet of jizz hit his face as he tugged violently on his own cock to get the most out of his orgasm.

That was destined to land on his bellybutton along with my own which was going to be sprayed over Ray’s pulsating and oozing cock. I did like the way his and my cum merged together as he tried to pump every possible drop from his engorged cock.

Things went silent again for a couple of minutes as we recovered. I had to move first to get the box of tissues to hand around. Dad caught my eye and as if to reassure me, he smiled and gave me the thumbs up. Bit by bit we came round and sat back into the seats. None of us felt like we needed to put our clothes back on.

The night had been warm so we didn’t bother. The late evening scene of three naked men walking in and out of the kitchen having a quick tidy up must have looked strange to anyone walking in. Thankfully the doors were locked. Have you noticed that there are always a couple of drops of cum that leak from your willy? I always scoop it off the tip of my cock and lick it. Dad noticed me doing this and began to do it himself – a lovely touch to end a very unusual day.

Dad and Ray went off to bed in my room while I went into the spare bedroom still buzzing from the evening's events but I must have fallen asleep quickly as the next thing I remember was the sound of sexual activity going on next door in dad and Ray's room. It was five o’clock in the morning but Ray and dad were going at it very enthusiastically judging by the grunts and groans. Curiosity got the better of me and I went onto the landing to listen.

I thought the door would be shut and I would have a quick pee and listen for a while then go back to bed. I tried to have a quick pee but that’s not so easy when your cock wants to stiffen but eventually, I got there. Sounds of sexual activity were still going on and the door was ajar. This was too much temptation. I very quietly sneaked my head around the door and there was my dad on his hands and knees with his bum in the air being nailed by Ray.

He saw me, put a finger to his lip and beckoned me in. Silently l watched Ray pump away at dad and dad tugging away at his meat with all the groans that accompany it. Meanwhile my meat was as stiff as a board and begged not to be ignored. So there we were, Dad pumping furiously at his cock, Ray now starting to pump furiously into my dad and I wanted to enjoy the scene kept my wanking at a more leisurely pace. Ray eventually let out a deep groan and thrust as deep as he could into dads willing bum and dad shooting his load thirty seconds later. By this time Ray was out of dad and squeezing out as many drops of cum as he had left.

Meanwhile it was time to leave the room before dad opened his eyes and saw me there. Ray winked at me as I left. Back in my room l couldn’t decide whether to wank myself silly or keep the feeling of what I had just seen. My cock was tenting the duvet but hardly anyone in the world would have witnessed what I had my seen. My dad being rogered by another man. I kept reliving it until I fell asleep.

When I woke up l could hear dad and Ray in the kitchen. Putting on a dressing gown l went down to join them. Surprise surprise they had done the washing up and the kettle was on but both of them were still naked. I didn’t see much point in wearing the dressing gown so off it came.

Three grown men sat naked around the kitchen table sipping coffee and matter of factly discussing the order of the day and when Ray went for a shower l confessed that I saw Ray pounding his bum in the early hours. Dad asked me if I was okay about it and said it could have been the other way round, that they were both versatile. Bloody hell he’d come a long way from the time he owned up about being like me. I got the feeling that he was going to make up for lost time.

When it was time for them leave my dad gave me a hug, something we had never done before. There was a new relationship now where nothing was hidden or unsaid. We now knew more about each other. Ray too was in a hugging mood and as he did so he fondled my bum. As they left l felt sure there were going to be plenty more weekends like that.

Later when I went to change the bed l was expecting to find evidence of last night's goings-on and indeed there was. So l added to it.

What a great weekend.