What My Father-in-Law Awakened in Me That Early Morning

The summer had barely begun to stain the afternoons orange when everything changed. I was twenty-four and had been living with Carla, my longtime girlfriend, for a couple of years. A sweet girl, patient, too good for someone like me. We had quickly discovered that living together was nothing like the movies, especially if one of the two was carrying doubts he could never quite name.

Because I had them. Always had. A few flings with other men in my teens, glances that lasted a second too long, fantasies I shut down before they could grow. None of it was foreign to me, though I had never said it out loud.

That season Carla went back to the club. Almost every afternoon she would gather her things and head off with her friends to the pool. Those places bored me, so I would stay home wandering around the apartment. One night, while we were having a drink, she asked me a favor.

—Tomorrow, if you don’t mind, could you stop by and see my dad? —she said, weighing each word.

—Why? —I asked, because up to that moment I had no idea what was going on.

—My parents decided to separate. He stayed in the house and Mom went away on that trip to Europe she’d been putting off forever. I don’t know when she’s coming back.

—And what do you want me to do?

—Nothing. Just see how he’s doing, if he needs anything. Will you do that for me?

—Of course —I answered, not imagining where that yes would take me.

***

Carla disappeared after lunch and left me alone. Around five I headed to Aníbal’s house, my father-in-law’s, three blocks away. I was wearing shorts and flip-flops, as comfortable as possible. The sun was beating down hard and the street was deserted.

He opened the door naked, barefoot. I had never paid attention to his torso before. Broad, with his chest covered in neat hair, still firm for his age. An older man with gray, cheerful eyes, a strong nose, pronounced cheekbones, a thoroughly masculine face.

—How are you? Come in, come in —he said, smiling.

We crossed straight to the back, where the pool shone blue and two lounge chairs were waiting. He had poured himself some juice and offered me a glass before lighting a cigarette.

—So, how are you handling the separation? —I asked bluntly.

—Fine, honestly. It wasn’t working anymore. Sometimes habit knots you up, and if neither of you is happy, what’s the point of staying together? We’re still young. Each of us can do whatever we feel like.

—And you already do whatever you feel like —I blurted out, laughing, without thinking too much about it.

—Let’s not kid ourselves. I’m no saint.

Then he told me he had cheated more than once, that he suspected his wife had too, and that by now he didn’t care. That there were still fantasies left to fulfill. I swallowed hard. We changed the subject, drifted off into other things, and while we talked I felt an erection grow, fade, and then rise again a little later. I left somewhat dazed. I had plans to play soccer with some friends.

***

On Friday night, two days later, Carla went out again with her friends. Bored, not knowing what to do with myself, around midnight I ended up in a downtown bar, the kind where all sorts of people gather. It was hot, packed, and the music was pounding louder than I could stand. I leaned on the bar to have a drink.

I was glancing sideways at couples hugging and touching each other through the haze from the machine when a hand landed on my shoulder. I turned around and there was Aníbal, glass in hand, wearing a broad smile.

—Sweetheart, I wasn’t expecting to run into you here —he greeted me affectionately.

—Dad-in-law… —I said, surprised.

—What an unbearable racket —he commented, and I could only agree.

We drank in a dark corner, far from the speakers. We were a little tipsy. At one point I went to the bathroom with my bladder about to burst and ran into two guys making out, hands where they definitely shouldn’t have been. The temperature shot up inside me. When I came back, Aníbal suggested we get out of there before the noise split my eardrums. I agreed.

***

We got to his house and he offered me one last drink. We went down the stairs a little unsteady, happy rather than lost. The moment he got in he stripped and was left in boxer briefs; the heat was thick, sticky. He invited me to do the same and I obeyed without thinking. The air conditioner started cooling the room. His bulge was visible, growing under the fabric. He was hot. So was I.

—I’m glad I ran into you at that bar —he said, showing his even teeth—. You’ve got a pretty face, you know? I’ve always looked at you. There’s something about your lips. And your body is striking. Has nobody ever told you that?

—I don’t remember —I mumbled.

—I’m telling you, and I’m a man. I’m sure some people went after you. When I saw your waist leaning on that bar, and that firm young ass of yours, I knew it was you.

—Dad-in-law… you’re flattering me —I said, draining the glass in long gulps and feeling my body burn.

—Remember I told you about my fantasies?

—Yeah, of course.

—One is being with a young, handsome guy like you. I’m blunt, I know. But you turn me on like crazy. Look at this under the fabric.

He grabbed his bulge shamelessly. I barely managed to answer anything before he was already moving closer to me on the sofa, my nipples betraying me, stiff with arousal.

—Tell me you’re dying for me to touch you —he whispered, licking my ear. He rested his hand on my thigh and slid it up until he found my erection over the boxer briefs—. But look at you. Hard as a rock, just like mine. Want me to keep going?

—Yes, keep going —I answered, defeated—. I’m really horny.

***

I had never imagined it like this. His lips found mine and we tangled into deep kisses, tongues and saliva mingling, his mouth urgent against mine. He moved down to my nipples and sucked them until I was trembling. My hands found his sex, and I slowly pulled down his boxer briefs until it emerged fully, hard, veined. He was panting while I stroked him slowly. His fingers, meanwhile, were working their way to my entrance, massaging it, stretching it open without hurry.

—What a ass you’ve got, you little baby —he murmured—. I’m burning up. I want to fuck you. Look at how my fingers go in. I knew it the moment I saw you.

I got myself on all fours over the back of the sofa. His chest pressed against my back, his mouth traveled along my neck, and his cock began to push its way in. It had been a long time since anything had gone in there, except Carla’s fingers every now and then. It was like a first time all over again: explosive, hot, with a hint of pain that turned into pleasure. When he was all the way inside, he started moving faster and faster, and I came all over the leather of the sofa without even touching myself.

—Like that, give me that ass —he growled, holding me by the hips, slamming into me with his whole body. He was sweating, snorting like an animal, until with a long moan he emptied himself inside me. I felt him throbbing and slowly softening. When he pulled out, everything was sticky. He turned me around and kissed me, breathless, still not fully calm.

—You drive me crazy —he said at last, moving back a little—. It’s been a long time since I was with a guy like you.

—I didn’t know you liked young men. You never hinted at anything to me.

—In case you don’t remember, you’re my son-in-law —he said, lighting a cigarette—. This started a few years ago. My wife never wanted certain things. At least not with me.

He laughed, took a long drag, and caressed my thigh. I kissed his nipples, ran my tongue over them, and he hardened again slowly under my fingers. We smelled like sex. I asked to take a shower, and he pointed me to the bathroom.

***

The water fell over me like a blessing. I had been under the shower for a good while when he appeared, his cock swaying between his legs.

—You have no idea what a sight you are, with the foam and the water running all over you —he said, getting in with me. He bit my neck, stroked my ass, and I felt him waking up against my skin again. My own erection didn’t take long to answer.

We turned, faced each other, and my hands went down over his body while soap and water slid between us. We rubbed against each other like cats, affectionate and burning at the same time, our mouths exploring one another without hurry. The tap shut off by itself; only a few drops kept falling onto two bodies that no longer knew how to stop.

***

The sun was starting to filter through the curtains when he took me to his bedroom. He laid me on my side and fucked me again, this time slowly, all the way in. I felt every thrust against my ass, his bites marking my neck, his moans growing louder and louder. He really liked it, he showed it in every movement. It had been a long time since he’d come like this. And then, without warning, a shaken voice froze us both.

—Dad, what are you doing, please?

It was Bruno, my brother-in-law. Aníbal turned his head, just as surprised as I was, and pulled out immediately. Bruno had already vanished from the doorway.

—Wait here —my father-in-law said, and went out just as he was, unhurried.

I stayed alone, listening to voices murmuring without raising their tone. That, I thought, was a good sign. I started looking for my clothes just in case, but my body was still lit up. Ten minutes passed, maybe. I smelled cigarette smoke. Then footsteps in the hallway.

—Come on, Bruno, come in. Look at this mouthful, look at this delight —Aníbal was saying, approaching.

Behind him came my brother-in-law, naked, hesitant, with his cock half-erect. Whatever his father had said had worked. Bruno was younger than I was, with long arms, an upturned nose, thin lips, black eyes, and a face freckled all over. I had always known him as quiet, shy, someone who never argued with anybody. I never knew him to have a partner, though I had seen him at the occasional family party with both girls and boys.

—Come closer —his father insisted, sitting on the edge of the bed, stroking me—. You’re going to make him cum happily, right?

—Whatever you want, Dad —said Bruno, standing in front of me on the other side of the mattress.

I took his cock in my hand and he moved a little closer. I took him into my mouth without hesitation and Bruno let out a long sigh, stroking himself while his father watched us, burning with desire.

—See how he sucks you? —Aníbal licked his lips, spreading my ass cheeks to sink his tongue into me—. Do you like it, Bruno?

—You were right —he gasped—. He’s gorgeous.

He knelt down and we kissed, hot and hungry, while my father-in-law’s tongue kept digging in relentlessly. This didn’t seem like Bruno’s first time with a man; he moved with a looseness I didn’t know he had.

—Enjoy it —said Aníbal—. He’s ready for you.

Bruno settled behind me and went in in one thrust. He started moving with an energy that surprised me in someone so timid. His father turned around and we kissed again while he stroked me, squeezing me, until he put his cock in my mouth and I nearly choked.

—What a mouth you’ve got, baby —he growled—. The way you suck, the way you swallow everything. I think I’m going to fill you up.

Bruno’s moans announced the end. He sped up, biting my neck, and emptied himself inside me with an almost childish groan. He collapsed on my back, panting. At the same moment his father poured into my mouth, warm, salty spurts that I swallowed until I overflowed. I was left between the two of them, sharing kisses and traces of pleasure, while outside the birds had begun to sing.

—I told you so, Bruno —Aníbal laughed—. You would have missed this feast.

—I had looked at him now and then —my brother-in-law admitted—. I never thought it would happen. And less with us.

***

I fell asleep between the two of them and woke with no idea what time it was, hungry and aching all over. I took a long shower and came out of the bathroom with only a towel around my waist.

—Here’s the sleeping beauty —said Aníbal, eating a sandwich. Bruno, beside him, was drinking a soda.

—Did you sleep well? —my father-in-law asked, stroking my back while I devoured one of the sandwiches—. I spoke with my daughter. I told her you stayed to look after me because I was feeling sick and forgot to let her know. Don’t worry.

—Thanks, Dad-in-law —I answered when I finally could speak.

He took the towel off me and we kissed again, his smell as a mature man wrapping around me like an elixir. Bruno leaned against my back, kissing my neck. We finished eating and went out to the patio. The sun was high; it was close to three in the afternoon and the cicadas would not stop. I threw myself face down on a lounge chair by the pool, deliberately provoking them. Both their gazes pinned themselves on me immediately.

—Look what I’ve got for you —said Aníbal, spreading cool cream over my back—. Sunscreen. I don’t want the harsh sun to hurt you.

We passed the cream around among the three of us, and hands began slipping where they didn’t belong, mischievous fingers going in and out, drawing out sighs. Using the same cream, I started stroking those two cocks, hard again, the veins standing out, the balls heavy as if they hadn’t rested in years. I took them into my mouth one after the other, alternating, while they held my head and stroked my hair.

—You sure do like cocks —said Aníbal, the hypocrite, after having sucked me himself. But he was right. If there was anyone shameless there, it was me.

I got into the water to cool off and the two of them followed me like devoted lapdogs. Between the pool steps we tangled up again. Bruno lay back on one of them and I sat on top of him, riding him, while Aníbal, from behind, started working his way in too. Slowly, without much effort, he began to enter, and I felt myself split in two.

—I can’t take it —I moaned—. You’re tearing me apart, but I love it. Keep going.

—You’re a furnace —my father-in-law panted, thrusting against his son’s body—. You can take two at once. You’re unbelievable.

No two men had ever taken me at the same time, and I was enjoying it in a savage way. My own cock came over the water without anyone touching it. They were two demons and I was enjoying both of them. I was feeling parts of myself I didn’t know existed, that unbridled, deranged part.

—Let’s finish together —Bruno begged, barely able to speak—. Father, both of us at once.

They picked up the pace, unable to hold back any longer.

—Here it comes —Aníbal shouted.

—Mine too —his son roared.

And in unison they filled me, an impossible amount to count, hot and sticky, mixing with the sweat and the pool water. We separated slowly and let ourselves fall into the water. Then, on the lounge chairs, I shared kisses between one and the other, and it was me who managed to make father and son kiss for the first time, frenzied. Aníbal went off to fetch some ice-cold beers. I moved into the shade of a tree and fell asleep at once.

***

I don’t know how long passed. New voices woke me. Between sleep and waking I made out the silhouette of a strange body coming closer. A mature man, a little older than my father-in-law.

—Hello, darling. How are you? —he greeted me, amused. He sounded familiar.

—Hello —I answered, still heavy with sleep.

—You don’t recognize me, do you? —he said, while the other two laughed.

—This is my father-in-law, Lautaro —Aníbal explained—. My wife’s father. He doesn’t live here, he’s visiting.

—Ah, yes, yes —I lied.

The man looked at me with hungry eyes, shirtless, a tall glass in one hand and a cigar in the other.

—I see you were having a good time —he said, looking me over.

—A little, sir —I answered, and moved slowly to one side, shamelessly displaying my body, teasing him just like the others.

Something ignited inside him; I noticed it immediately. The afternoon was heating up again. I waited for his reaction while Aníbal and Bruno came closer, once more, ever closer.