Now that he's gone, I feel like I can relate my confession to people out there. But can never do so to his daughter Ellie in detail, because of how my confession ends.
When Pete was first diagnosed, I along with Ellie stayed over at his house for nearly a month, only going back to ours to collect mail and see everything was okay.
Ellie's mom had left them when she was only six, so it was just her and her dad for years. The reason Ellie's mom left and something I only learned because of Pete's illness, was his fondness of younger guys, their cocks, but mostly their tight butt holes. Basically she caught Pete in bed fucking a teenage guy, but left their home alone as Ellie was then and right upto his death, a daddie's girl.
Staying over at his secluded home, there were days of very mixed emotions. Yet one thing that kept on addressing itself when myself and Pete were alone, was his need to release his sexual energy somehow. Eventually after a few days he told me all about his past, and also let me in on the fact he had a very high libido, still.
I'd never spoken about my college days to anyone, but in those days of fraternity and initiations, I was initiated among other things, by having two older dudes offer me their cocks to suck. I quickly learned I was very good at it and it wasn't just at my initiation I sucked on their dicks, often swallowing their cum in the following weeks.
It soon became apparent also during a freezing night, that one of them wanted to fuck me. I took his cock in the basement of the place we were all staying and for nearly a year after that, he fucked me every chance we got.
Bizarrely after my education, I never once went back to guys, especially when I dated my first real serious girlfriend.
Pete listened to my admission, once he'd told me about himself and his approach to me changed. He let me know the full extent of his illness and then asked me if I still thought about being fucked. It was an indirect way I guess of saying, "I'd like to screw you, what do you think".
It was whilst Ellie took a trip over to our home that Pete and I first enjoyed sex together. He walked into the bathroom as I showered and joined me in the shower. I didn't protest and I certainly knew why he was there. His cock looked beautiful as it rose right there in front of me and I sank down to suck it into my mouth.
The shower water flowed over us both as I blew my father in law and his cock felt very familiar. Enjoying his manhood for some time, Pete then stood me up, turned me around and I didn't need to ask what he wanted. Using hair conditioner all over my asshole, he got up real close to me, guided his cock to my asshole and pushed in. There was an initial resistance, yet even after all that time, his cock still slid in perfectly fine. Holding me tightly from behind, he told me it had been so long since his last fuck, then Pete gave me everything he had for the next five to ten minutes.
It wasn't an especially great fuck, as Pete's needs were very carnal and very base. But it was powerful and it was a fantastic introduction to us both of what was to come, literally. His pace built as he neared his orgasm and when he did cum, I shouted out I wanted him to cum inside of me. His cock exploded up my asshole and I felt him relaxing against me.
Turning around I instinctively kissed him and Pete kissed me back. It was then over the next hour we explored one another's sexual likings. We'd moved to his bedroom soaking wet and dried as we kissed, sucked and fucked some more. Pete soon taught me, even though he was seriously ill, he still packed a powerful energy for sex.
By the time Ellie got back, I'd taken another load up my asshole, as Pete fucked me every which way you can, and had drained my balls down his throat.
It became a waiting game for when Ellie worked or when Pete and I walked through the woodlands surrounding is home. Over the weeks we stayed, Pete and I sucked and fucked many many times, with the best times being in the outdoors with the rain and wind often lashing us as we had sex.
His illness progressed throughout and his ability to fuck me hard diminished somewhat, yet he never once complained about pain or his lack of sex drive. If he and it happened only twice, that he couldn't raise a hard on, I sucked on his semi flaccid cock until he blew his cum down my throat. I enjoyed those moments especially thinking back now. Not out of morbid forgiveness, but purely as a sexual act to pleasure a guy, a man of great personal pride who wanted and needed sex right there and then.
It became where Pete needed expert medical care, so finally eventually he admitted himself into private care. Even there, I managed on a couple of occasions to wake his passion for my mouth and ass. He fucked me one time on a very good day for him, in a side room used for medical euipment. Ellie was fast asleep in his room on a chair when we got back, and her father kissed her forehead to wake her.
When Pete passed, my wife said only once "Thank you for making my dads last few weeks what he wanted, but please never tell me anything". Only then did I realize, that's why Ellie was over at our home so much.
My wife, Pete's daughter, knew all along.