Silver Routine
Copyright© 2026 by Ring of Seed
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Graham was Ian’s cousin. Salt-and-pepper, charming, properly hairy. The kind of older man who should have stayed safely in family photos. Instead he ended up on his knees in the hallway, mouth open, throat working, every morning. A quiet, permanent, irreversible routine. The older man who fell under charm never got up again. He simply grew older inside the shape made for him. Family to the end.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Consensual Gay Fiction Anal Sex Oral Sex
Ian had a conference in Glasgow for two full days, so we decided to make a long weekend of it: three nights in a quiet boutique hotel off George Street, the kind with thick curtains, heavy duvets, and no one who asks questions. The first morning he left early, kissed me goodbye at the lift, told me to enjoy the city. I told him I would. Then I texted Graham.
Graham arrived just after eleven. He looked flushed from the walk up the hill, coat still on, scarf tight round his neck against the February chill. He stepped into the room, closed the door behind him, and stood there for a second like he couldn’t quite believe he’d done it again.
“I told myself I was just going for a walk,” he said quietly. “No one at home to question it.”
His eyes flicked to the bed, then back to me.
“I shouldn’t be here. But I couldn’t not come.”
I locked the door.
“Strip.”
He obeyed without hesitation, though his fingers shook as he unbuttoned his shirt. The coat hit the chair, trousers pooled at his ankles, pants last. His cock was already half-hard, foreskin pulled back, a bead of precum at the tip. The hair across his chest and belly looked thicker in the winter light coming through the half-drawn curtains. He stood there, exposed, breathing shallow.
I walked over, took his chin in my hand, tilted his face up.
“You’ve been thinking about this since the sofa in his sitting room, haven’t you?”
Graham nodded, eyes glassy.
“Every day. Every time I sit down I feel it. The way you filled me. The way it’s still there. I wake up hard and have to wank thinking about you breeding me in his house.”
His voice cracked. “I hate how much it turns me on.”
I cupped the back of his neck, thumb stroking slowly.
“That’s because you’re finally being honest with yourself, Graham. You don’t hate it. You love it. You love it because it’s rewriting you from the inside out — every leak, every phantom throb, every time you clench and remember my cock owning you. It’s who you are now. The man who needs his cousin’s partner to breed him senseless. Admit it. Say it out loud and let it sink in forever.”
He flushed crimson, eyes dropping for a second before he looked back up at me. He nodded once, small and shy.
“I ... I love it. I love being full of you. I love how it’s changing me, making me crave it more every day. I’m your hole now. I accept it.”
Thank you,” he whispered. “For ... letting me say it. For making me see it.”
I kissed him then, slow and claiming, tasting the coffee on his tongue, the faint salt of nerves. He melted into it, hands clutching my shoulders, body pressing forward like he couldn’t get close enough.
I walked him backwards to the bed, pushed him down onto the duvet. He lay back, legs falling open, hole already twitching at the memory.
I knelt between his thighs, spat on my fingers, circled his rim.
“Still loose from last time?”
“A bit,” he admitted, voice rough. “I’ve been fingering myself at night. Trying to feel like you do. It’s not the same.”
I pushed two fingers in, slow, curling. He arched, moaned low.
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