Don and I had been lovers for 5 years and were as happy as any two guys could be. We lived in a modest apartment in San Francisco and had several gay friends that we hung around, inviting them over for dinner or going to their homes. Don was a CPA and I was in restaurant management. Don would often go up to his folks’ home in northern California, where they had a potato farm, to do their books and tax ledgers. While there, he would often see his two sons. Alan, 21 years old, was newly married, but Will, 19 years old, was learning his grandparents’ farm and was planning to take over once they retired.

Don returned from his trip north one weekend. He said there was a favor he had to ask me and if I said no there would be no further conversation about it. It seems that he and Will had quite a talk and Will, knowing his father was gay, confessed to him that he was extremely curious about gay sex. The two of them had talked for hours and it was decided that Will would come to San Francisco and Don would see to it that he would have a sexual experience with another man. Will still liked girls and even had a girlfriend that he would have intimate relations with, but this was just something he wanted to experience.

I was wondering why Don was telling me all of this and who he had in mind to show Will the act of sex between two men. Don said that he loved me so much and thought that since I was such a caring and tender person, I should be the one to take Will to bed and show him what gay sex was about.

You could have knocked me over with a feather. Admittedly, Will was a very sexy young man – well-built, clean cut and a personality that demanded attention. I sat there with my mouth open, just looking at Don. "Let me get this right. You want me to take your son to bed and have sex with him?" Don said, "Yes. I could think of no better person that I would trust to do this with my son." Again I just sat there with my mouth agape. "Don, I will have to think about this. It's quite unusual that anything like this would happen and I'm not sure I'm up to it." Don told me to think about it, but I'd have to make a decision soon because Will would be at our place for a visit next weekend.

I thought about this almost all of my waking hours for the next 3 days, even to the point of fantasizing what it would be like to have sex with the sexy young hunk. I found myself often getting a hard-on just thinking about it. On Thursday night, Don came home from work and as we sat having dinner he asked me for my decision. I told him that I had thought long and hard (no pun intended) about it and if this is what he and Will want, I'd do it. He smiled and said, "Will will be excited. He really likes and trusts you, too."

Friday night arrived and Don was preparing dinner for 3 when I got home. Will was on his way and was expected to be here by 6:30. For some reason, I began trembling at the thought of taking Will and lustfully