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Julian
Mark was still humping his load into Julian’s well-fucked hole when a door slammed.
“What was that?” Mark asked, trying to lift his head from nuzzling into Julian’s slim neck.
“Shh, it’s nothing,” Julian said soothingly, not wanting him to think his son had been in the room. And Mark believed him. He rested his head back down on Julian’s chest. This tank of a man was easily finding comfort in the embrace of a twink half his age. Julian ran his fingers through Mark’s salt and pepper hair.
Though his cock was softening, some of the cum beginning to leak out of his hole, Mark’s cock was still massive. Julian could feel every inch, every vein as it pressed against his walls. It was a satisfying feeling, being filled like this. And Mark felt it too, gently humping into Julian still.
Julian knew that Mark had gone further today with their bullying of Tyler. He knew by the way his load filled him to the brim; by his body convulsing as he came; by the gentle whispers Mark spoke in Julian’s ears, whispers so sweet and tender he doubted he’d spoken them to anyone else in years; he knew that Mark was scratching a deep, pleasurable itch that even he probably couldn’t explain.
They laid like that for another hour. Mark had gotten hard again and slowly milked out another load while they softly kissed and moaned into each other’s mouths. A part of Julian felt guilty. He had let his slutty desires get the best of him. Tyler was nice, and they had a good time, and admittedly Julian was developing some feelings for him. But something clicked in Julian’s mind when he saw Mark. Well, something lower in him clicked; something pink and hole-shaped.
Yes, forcing Tyler to witness Mark and him fucking was extreme. But Julian also knew Tyler could have stopped it if he wanted. Or at least, that’s what he told himself. He kept sneaking glances at him when he could. Mark’s giant porn cock was slamming in and out of Julian so it was difficult to concentrate, but Julian recognized the stiffy in Tyler’s shorts. Though he didn’t get to see, he would have bet everything he owned Tyler whipped out his dick of his and spilled his seed before running off.
Julian didn’t have much time to think about how Mark loved degrading his son, for whatever fucked up reasons he may have had. He was also keenly aware that Tyler was finding something there too. But Julian wasn’t one to judge–he had plenty of kinks and certainly had done things with older men that would get them in a lot of trouble. But what was new to Julian, who had his experiences with dads and their pervy ways, was that he himself was more than just playing along with Mark’s kink. He too was finding that torturing Tyler, making him witness his father’s fall, was hotter than just boring, old dadsex. And even more confusing, Julian was finding himself interested in Tyler again.
Mark, it seemed, had nearly forgotten he had a wife. Night had fallen, though Julian barely registered that fact. Mark got a text on his smartwatch from her and leapt out of Julian’s hole, which had two warm loads spilling lazily out of it and began scrambling.
“Fuck, Charlotte–my wife,” Mark said panicked. “She’ll be home in 5 minutes. Fuck, how did I forget?” He quickly was shoving his legs through his pants, hopping in place with the other.
Julian didn’t respond but got up off the couch. He pulled on his own sweats and walked over to the kitchen shirtless. He filled a glass of water and walked calmly back to the couch, where Mark was pacing, trying to adjust the cushions and blankets to look normal once again. Mark staired ominously at the massive wet puddle of cum on the couch. Julian dumped the glass of water directly onto it.
“What the fuck?!” Mark yelped.
“You should probably grab a towel,” Julian said with no reaction. Mark looked at him as if Julian took a shit on the couch. Julian laughed, a little amused that Mark hadn’t cotton on yet. “What? Just say you spilled some water. Better than a crusty cum stain!”
Mark nodded numbly and rushed to grab a towel. He began gently dabbing at the spot as Julian continued to dress.
“You should probably go,” Mark said looking up at him as he kneeled by the couch.
Julian shook his head. “Nah, I’m going to check on Tyler.”
“Tyler?” Mark asked, confused. “He’s not…” Mark looked off into the distance, eyes widening in horror. “Oh no…he didn’t…” Mark looked back up at Julian who was smirking slightly. “Fuck…”
“Clean that up. Don’t wanna’ get caught!” Julian said cheerily, ignoring Mark’s realization. And though he practically skipped to the stairs, and did his best to leave his big strong, fuckbuddy with a self-confident giggle, Julian took the first step and felt the sudden weight of apprehension.
Julian didn’t decide to knock on Tyler’s door, which was a good thing because he got quite the show. Tyler was desperately humping one of his pillows.
Tyler’s panting was muffled, but Julian could make out the whining moans. Tyler’s pale, bald ass looked cute and small as it moved up and down, forward and backward on the bed. The pillow he was humping was beginning to show a small stain from Tyler’s drooling.
“Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes,” Julian said, making Tyler spasm in shock. His whole body reacted instinctively and turned to face the door. He lifted himself, and clearly without thinking, exposed his front side, which was naked from the waist down.
Tyler’s dick was hard, angry and red. It pointed directly up. It was Julian’s first time seeing it in full view. Earlier, when he saw it, it was sort of difficult to focus as Tyler’s dad pounded him. Julian thought it was cute, all smooth and soft. It was hard to tell if Tyler shaved, but it didn’t seem so. His smoothness was natural.
Tyler locked eyes with Julian, still panting. His body seemed to tense. Julian’s eyes traveled back down to Tyler’s waist. His dick pulsed a steady stream of precum. Was he about to cum? He looked back up to Tyler’s face. No, he was angry. Shit. Julian felt his body growing tense too.
“Wh-what are you doing here?” Tyler croaked. He began to pull up his shorts. He scooted himself to the headboard and crossed his arms, furrowing his brow. Tyler may not be an assertive guy, but Julian knew he was doing his best to seem like it.
Julian tried to play it cool. “Mmm, I just thought I’d say hey.”
There was a pause.
“...hey?” Tyler said. His face was growing red.
“Yeah, hey,” Julian repeated.
“After all this time,” Tyler started to say, his breathing becoming sharper. “After days of nothing. After…after…after all that you did. You want to come in here and say ‘hey’?!”
“Oh come on, Ty, don’t be like that–”
“No!” Tyler shouted. “No! You don’t get to call me that! You think you can do that to me and act like it’s all normal now. Well, it’s not! You’re my boyfriend. That’s–that’s my dad. And you just…”
“I thought you liked it,” Julian said, but he could hear in his voice the resolve waning. This wasn’t going how he hoped.
“Fuck you,” Tyler said quietly.
“Excuse me?”
“Fuck you,” Tyler repeated. “The moment you saw my dad’s…dick, you were all over him. You didn’t care what I wanted. Didn’t text me when he dropped you off that you got home safe. I got nothing from you. You b-broke my heart, and all I get is a ‘hey’.”
“Listen,” Julian said and moved closer to sit on the corner of the bed. “Things got…a little crazy, I’ll admit. I probably should’ve communicated better how I was feeling–”
“Communicated better?” Tyler said. His eyes were burning into Julian. “You didn’t say a word to me for four whole days.”
“I know,” Julian said, hanging his head. “I’m sorry. I really like you, but I just have certain needs–”
“Don’t!” Tyler nearly yelped, cutting Julian off. He was clenching his teeth, his eyes beginning to water. “Don’t tell me that. I don’t want to hear how you have needs I couldn’t satisfy. That’s no excuse for what you did. You got bored with me, and you decided to do a terrible thing, and now that you want to torture me some more, you’re talking to me again.”
There was silence. Julian wasn’t sure what to say. He didn’t think of it as a terrible thing, not really. But, then…
“You hurt me,” Tyler continued.” Somewhere, deep down, you know it too. I thought–” A sharp intake of breath from Tyler. Julian watched as he put his hand to his mouth, trying not to break down as he forced the words out. “I thought you liked me. I felt so lucky to be dating someone as amazing as you. And you went… you went and did this. And now you feel bad, but you’re too much of a coward to apologize.”
That struck a chord with Julian. He could feel the color in his face drain. If he was honest with himself, Julian did feel bad. He did want to apologize. And, yes, maybe he had hoped it would be easier than this. That Tyler would lay down and give in. But as he watched Tyler stare at his own lap, shoulders heaving in a silent cry, Julian was once again overcome with appreciation for this boy’s softness, his tenderness, that he saw all those months ago in a dumb film club meeting. And now he saw too the bravery it took to be this vulnerable.
Julian reached out and placed a hand on Tyler’s knee. He sighed in relief when Tyler did not immediately remove it. He moved closer to him on the bed. Julian reached his other hand to grab Tyler’s chin. He softly brought his head up, and reluctantly obliged, looking up at Julian.
“Tyler,” Julian said, his heart racing. But kept his voice even, but firm. He wanted Tyler to feel that he meant this, because this time it was real. “I am so sorry for what I did. You are an amazing guy. You’re smart, funny, and I have enjoyed every moment I’ve spent with you. You did not deserve what happened. And I am a selfish asshole. And you’re right…I was too scared to confront you. That’s why I never texted back. I thought maybe you would just let it go. I wanted to make choices that might hurt you without doing the work to make you feel better. I wanted to have a relationship with you without being in relationship to you. I don’t deserve to have someone as good to me as you are. And I’m sorry I ruined that for us.”
A pause. Julian looked down at the bed. He listened to the silence of the room. Tyler’s soft breathing. His own blood pumping in his ears. The room felt like it was expanding. Like he had been dropped in a valley. From his periphery, the walls seemed as if they were distant and towering, like mountains on the horizon.
When Tyler did not speak, Julian sighed and was surprised to find tears welling in his eyes. He moved to get off the bed and leave, likely to never speak to Tyler again.
“Wait,” Tyler said, and he grabbed Julian’s wrist. Julian turned around. “You don’t have to leave,” Tyler told him. “I should probably be honest too,” Tyler began, but Julian placed his hand over Tyler’s.
“No, really, you don’t have to. I went way too far way too fast and never even asked.”
“Just let me say this,” Tyler insisted. Julian nodded.
“I…” Tyler closed his eyes, steeling himself. “When I saw you under the blankets with my dad, I pretended I didn’t know what was going on. But I did. And I had plenty of opportunities to stop you, even that night. Really, I should have broken up with you the moment you left with him. But…”
Tyler opened his eyes, sighing. He looked at Julian with a burning ferocity that he had never shown before. Was it anger? Or passion?
“When you guys left that night, I jerked off and came right there in the living room,” Tyler said in one breath, as though it were easier to say it quickly.
“Tyler…” Julian said, his pity for him mounting.
“And you saw me downstairs," Tyler said, sounding slightly more relaxed now. “It’s like I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it. I want to hit you. I want to scream and shout at both of you. But, it…it turns me on.”
Julian didn’t know what to say. Poor Tyler, he thought. This was what he had hoped Tyler would admit, but now that he got him to this point, Julian felt the pain of betrayal even more. There was always a better way to do this. Well, he was learning his lesson now.
“I just wish…” Tyler said. “I just wish you asked me. Told me. Anything…”
“I know,” Julian said softly. “I’m sorry.”
Their eyes pored into each other. Both of them filled with tears. Tyler’s hand gripped Julian’s firmer. Julian responded with the same pressure. Their tears overflowed, trickling down their cheeks.
“So can we talk about how hot your dad is?” Julian asked, taking a stab at humor.
“Shut up,” Tyler said, shoving Julian slightly, half-laughing. Julian laughed too.
“And he’s soooo big,” Julian continued, using his hands to mime measuring roughly 3 feet.
“I saw,” Tyler said, somewhat serious.
Julian took note of that look. Too fast, he told himself. Easy. But he needed to continue being honest and ask for what he wanted.
“Tyler,” Julian said. “What’s going to happen to us? I mean, I still want to be with you. But, well, your dad…”
Tyler looked down again. He seemed to be thinking hard. “You don’t have to stop seeing him.”
“What? Really?” Julian said, trying but not succeeding in hiding his shock.
“Yes,” Tyler said, looking up and again, his face determined. “I–I liked it. Seeing you two. And you’re right. My dad is hot. Wow, that’s weird to say out loud.”
Julian and Tyler laughed.
“I liked you watching,” Julian said with a small smile. Tyler blushed. “Maybe you could join? Or maybe you and I can…? I’m a pure bottom, but there’s tons we can do.
“Maybe,” Tyler said, skeptically. “I don’t think I’m ready for that now. Just watching is fine.”
“Okay,” Julian said and took Tyler’s hand gently. “Whatever you’re comfortable with.”
“Thanks,” Tyler said and gave Julian a genuine smile, which made his heart melt.
“But what about my mom?” Tyler asked, and it seemed like it was the first time he thought of her in all this. “I don’t want to ruin my family.”
“Neither does your dad,” Julian assured him. “And neither do I. We’re careful. You can trust me on that.”
Tyler gave Julian a look that suggested that he considered the statement to not be entirely true. Not yet at least.
“Does he know I know? My dad, I mean.”
“He is suspicious,” Julian admitted. “But no, he doesn’t. And it seems like he’s terrified at the prospect of you finding out.”
“Why, though,” Tyler wondered. “That stuff you guys were saying. It was so…mean.”
Julian’s stomach turned, remembering what they had said in front of Tyler. In hindsight, he had really pushed things too far. But Tyler didn’t seem too bothered by the content of their words.
“It was as if he wanted me to be a part of it, in some way.”
“He might,” Julian pondered, thankful for Tyler’s graciousness in not dwelling on his degrading sex talk with his dad. “Mark is super, super, pent up. And he likes to fuck. I think he compares you to when he was your age, and maybe…” Julian stopped himself. He was thinking out loud and realized it too late.
“Maybe what?” Tyler asked. He looked scared but eager.
“Maybe…” Julian hesitated. “Maybe he resents you? For not being the masculine, sex-crazed jock he was back in college? Sorry, Tyler. He’s never told me that, but if I had to guess…”
“Right,” Tyler said curtly. He looked a little paler.
“It’s not fair, though,” Julian insisted. “We’re all different, and a father shouldn’t expect his son to be the same as him.”
“Mark,” Tyler said.
“Huh?” Julian asked, confused.
“You called him Mark,” Tyler said.
“Oh.” Julian’s heart skipped a beat. Again, he had gone too fast. “Yeah, sorry. That’s what I call him.”
Silence again. Julian forced himself not to make a terrible joke or compensate by overexplaining anything. They simply sat on the bed together as a few minutes passed.
“You also call him Daddy, right?” Tyler said, breaking the silence.
Julian looked at him. Tyler was blushing again. “Yeah,” he said. “I guess I do.”
“I liked that,” Tyler said.
“Oh yeah?” Julian was smirking now, the weight on his chest lifting with every word.
“Yeah,” Tyler confirmed, and despite himself, he couldn’t help smirking too.
Julian leaned in closer. Tyler watched his body as he crawled over, closing the space between them. Their faces were close now. Julian could smell Tyler’s deodorant.
“You liked watching Daddy toy with your boyfriend?” Julian asked, teasing him.
Tyler merely let out a breath as Julian leaned in to kiss his neck. Tyler leaned his head back, accepting the touch.
“Mmm, did it turn you on when Daddy made me his bitch?” Julian continued.
Tyler gasped. Julian's lips moved across Tyler’s neck, his collarbone. Tyler reached for the back of Julian’s own neck, pulling him closer. Their bodies were touching now. Julian’s hands moved to Tyler’s chest. It was flat with hardly any muscle. Tyler was breathing heavy though.
“You liked when I cheated on you with your dad, didn't you?” Julian asked. He knew he was taking a risk, but Tyler was making it clear how he felt.
Tyler nodded, confirming Julian’s suspicions.
“I didn’t hear you,” Julian teased.
“Yessss,” Tyler said with a soft hiss. Julian was kissing his way up to Tyler’s jaw.
Julian giggled. He reached down to Tyler’s crotch and gently grabbed his achingly hard dick through his shorts and asked, “You want me to keep cheating with him?”
“Mmm, yes, please,” Tyler moaned. He was practically panting now.
Julian turned Tyler’s head toward him and their lips met, crashing down on each other.
It was a wave of pleasure for Julian. Their bodies pressed tight against each other, and for the first time, he could sense Tyler’s sexual desire. Unlike the last time they kissed, this was passionate and hungry and raw. Tyler’s tongue found Julian’s and they wrestled. Spit slowly swapping back between each other. Tyler moaned and ground his crotch into Julian’s hand desperately. Tyler had told him he wasn’t ready for anything more than voyeuring, so he refrained from pulling down his shorts. He simply massaged Tyler’s dick through the fabric as they kissed.
And Julian found he was also hard. This kiss was real, unburdened by manipulation or deceit. He moaned into Tyler’s mouth, giving into the pleasure, the relief. He knew he was lucky. That most other guys wouldn’t give him this chance. He reflected on how he felt just a few hours earlier. How he thought he was in control of the situation. And how foolish he was. This was what he wanted, he realized. Openness. Acceptance. It didn’t have to be perfect or easy or even easily explainable to anyone but each other. But they shared it. They cared about one another. Julian wanted to cry as he continued to moan, to weep with gratitude. He now felt a sense of competition for his desire to make himself feel good and his need to please Tyler. And right now he felt so much better making Tyler happy.
Julian would make out with Tyler for a little bit longer. They would press against each other, run their fingers through their hair. Julian would whisper more things to him, tease out more of Tyler’s feelings about his dad. What Tyler shared would surprise Julian and turn him on even more. Julian was learning just how dirty Tyler was and would find himself impressed. They would kiss and talk to each other like this and lay, reveling in their newfound bond.
Tyler
Their makeout session didn’t last long. Tyler’s mom could be heard opening the door, tossing her keys on the entryway table, and beginning to chat with Dad. Tyler suggested they stop. Not that he was hating it, but he thought he’d die from embarrassment if his mom walked in on him making out with his boyfriend. Wow, Tyler thought, a makeout. It was his first ever.
Tyler still felt…weird. It was emotional whiplash to go from shock to helplessly horny to angry to sad to horny to forgiving and back to horny again all in the span of two hours. But he really liked Julian, and he did seem sincere in his apology. In fact, it was probably the most sincere thing he had said to Tyler in all their weeks of dating. Julian was always so playful and unserious. It was part of his charm, but it was always hard to tell when he actually meant something.
Tyler felt it in his words. He could tell by how he didn’t push anything. How he was willing to go before Tyler made him stay. Tyler made him stay.
As much as he felt rage and betrayal, Tyler could not ignore the fact that some part of him wanted this. Wanted to watch, to observe. And admitting to Julian how it turned him on was freeing. He felt lighter. And some part of him, a much more distant part that was yet to be fully recognized, wanted the same thing for Dad. Tyler watched how his dad embraced Julian; how he kissed him; how he…how he fucked his boyfriend. Passionate. Rough. Loving. Tyler sensed his dad coming to life.
Julian hovered over Tyler on the bed, giving him a few more soft kisses.
“One more,” Julian said before planting his soft, pink lips on Tyler’s. “Mmm, one more.”
“Stoppp,” Tyler giggled, pushing him away playfully. He couldn’t help but feel happy. Really, Tyler should still be mad at Julian. He shouldn’t have been so easy to forgive. Maybe now he’ll do something even worse, since he thinks he can get away with it.
But it felt so good to finally have him back, to have Julian being his silly self. And now, they were kissing. A new frontier. That felt good too, and he didn’t want to give it up so soon. Plus, Tyler thought himself brave for forgiving Julian. People can make mistakes. Holding resentment in your heart never solved anything. It was a lot harder to forgive. That’s what he told himself anyway.
“Do you…want to meet my mom?” Tyler asked cautiously. It was as if the past four days never happened. They could still be in his room for the first time, kissing for the first time. Meeting his parents for the first time.
“Sure!” Julian said, though Tyler senses some hesitation.
“My dad’s probably going to be down there,” Julian said.
“Fine by me,” Julian said nonchalantly, and Tyler believed him.
They descended down the stairs. Tyler could make out his mom and dad’s hushed voices. From the tone and cadence, he could tell they were arguing. Again. He rolled his eyes and gave them a warning call as they got closer.
“Mom?” he said loudly.
Silence. Julian looked at Tyler. Tyler shrugged and motioned for Julian to keep on walking.
When they got to the first floor, Dad was on one side of the kitchen island, his big hands gripping the edge of the counter, his arms outstretched. He looked annoyed, like he wanted to break the counter in half. An image flashed in Tyler’s mind of Dad gripping Julian’s butt with those meaty things sinking into his pale, soft…
Tyler nearly had to shake his head to rid himself of the image. He also nearly forgot what he was doing. Tyler’s mom was standing in the kitchen, her arms crossed. But her expression softened when she saw her son.
“Hi, Tyler,” she said sweetly. “Oh, and who is this?”
“Uhh, hi mom,” Tyler hesitated. He was suddenly so scared. But he swallowed and pushed through. “This is…uh, this is my boyfriend, Julian.”
Tyler’s mom’s face lit up instantly, looking from Tyler then to Julian, and then back to Tyler. “Oh! Oh my gosh! Ohmygoshohmygosh!” She nearly ran to Julian and gave him a hug. “It’s so nice to meet you! I’m Charlotte.”
“Hi!” Julian said, taken aback by the sudden embrace. She let go quickly though and leaned back, taking Julian’s appearance with loving admiration. “It’s so nice to finally meet you. Tyler’s told me all about you.”
Tyler’s mom smiled at him. Tyler, meanwhile, was watching Dad. He looked pale, as though he was drained of all the blood in his body. His hands gripped the counter tighter. Tyler was sure his dad was having the same thought as him. “Tyler’s told me all about you” had been said in this very house, just a few days ago. Though the implication was much more innocent this time, the moment was not lost on him.
“Oh, and this is Tyler’s father, Mark,” Tyler’s mom said, gesturing to him. Dad stood up straighter, looking at the three of them. He gulped.
“Oh, yeah,” Julian said, and Tyler was supremely unnerved by his casual tone. “We met a few days ago. Good to see you again.”
“Yeah,” Dad said, his throat clearly dry. “N-nice to see you too.”
Tyler’s mom looked from Dad to the boys, slightly puzzled. “Why didn’t you tell me he had a boyfriend?” she hissed, as though Julian and Tyler couldn’t hear them.
Dad ran his hand through his dark hair, looking nervous, and shrugged. Jeez, Tyler thought, somewhat hilariously, play it cool, Dad. “I-I forgot…sorry.”
She rolled her eyes and looked back at Tyler and Julian. “Well, either way, it’s so nice to meet you. Are you staying for dinner?”
Dad and Tyler opened their mouths to speak, likely to come up with two different excuses and raise suspicions, but Julian was way ahead of them. “Actually, I need to get back to my dorm. I’ve got a ton of studying to catch up on.”
Tyler’s mom smiled and cocked her head affectionately, but she seemed slightly disappointed. Tyler’s heart swelled for his mom. She was so excited he had a boyfriend. And despite this situation being much deeper than she could ever realize, he was happy to give her this moment. “Well,” she said. “You’re welcome over whenever you want. Don’t be a stranger.”
“Thanks, Charlotte. I definitely will.” Julian smiled.
“How are you getting home?” she asked.
“Oh, I was going to call a lift,” Julian said.
“Don’t be silly,” Tyler’s mom waved away at the idea. “Mark can take you! He was about to head out to get some more fabric cleaner. He made another mess on the couch. You can do that, right, Mark?”
Dad’s eyes widened in fear. Tyler watched him, his own heart racing, as he looked at Julian, but quickly averted his gaze. “Sure,” he gulped. “No problem.”
“Excellent,” she said. Tyler was half-expecting her to invite him along too, but then: “Ty, why don’t you help me get dinner ready? Then when dad gets home, we can eat.”
Tyler’s heart fell into his stomach. It felt like it was happening all over again, that horrible night. But, this was different, right? Mom didn’t know what was going on. And Julian…he wouldn’t…not right after they made-up. Would he? Did Tyler want him to so soon?
“Tyler?” Mom said. “You okay?”
Tyler looked up, surprised to find himself still in the kitchen. Julian took his hand and squeezed it gently. Tyler looked at him. He couldn’t read the expression on his face, but he could not find any mischief there. “Yeah,” Tyler said. “That sounds great.” Julian kissed Tyler on the cheek.
Mom beamed at the pair of them.
Julian and Mark said their goodbyes and were out the door. Tyler was chopping up some veggies; Mom was preparing the broth. Tyler could not help but imagine what Julian and Dad were talking about. What they were doing…
He suddenly realized he never asked Julian about that night, what they did. Why hadn’t Julian offered up that information? What else was Julian hiding from him? Did he want to know? What could they have gotten up to in four days?
Tyler’s hands were shaking as he held the knife. He realized how stupid he was to forgive Julian now. It wasn’t easy. It was cowardly! Why hadn’t Julian asked Tyler to come with them? Tyler could feel himself spiraling, feel the tenderness he shared with Julian just moments ago harden. He would text him, break it off. Tell him he couldn’t trust somebody like Julian.
Tyler put down the knife and fished in his pocket for his phone. He pulled it out and saw a notification.
It was from Julian.
Apprehensively, he opened it. It was a text with one word and a picture attached. Tyler sighed in relief when he read it.
“Home 🙂”
Julian had taken a selfie. He was laying in his dorm bed, his comfy clothes clinging to his body, somehow both casual and seductive. Dad was nowhere to be seen. Tyler smiled at the photo.
A few days passed. Julian had clearly been making an effort to stay in contact with Tyler. They had resumed their near constant stream of texting that had started with their relationship and went on pause when the “incident” happened.
Julian wasn’t fibbing when he told Mom that he had a ton of studying to do. He had finally confessed to Tyler the next morning that he had spent most of the week with Dad and had skipped a lot of classes, though he wouldn’t go into detail about what they did.
The fact that Julian wouldn’t share much about what he and Dad got up to made Tyler a little nervous and slightly frustrated. Despite himself, he was very curious about how things had gotten to the point where he was witnessing his own dad breeding his boyfriend. Was he entitled to that information? Julian didn’t seem to think so, and Tyler didn’t want to force anything out of him, even though he was feeling jealous that there was a secret he didn’t share.
But most of all he felt horny. Somehow, imagining what they did and not getting confirmation meant his imagination was allowed to run wild. The past two days, Tyler spent most of his time trying to do tasks with a throbbing erection in his undies. Tyler didn’t get a chance to cum when Julian apologized to him and was just too busy to find time. But he was reaching his limit.
Dad was being strange as well. He kept asking Tyler how he was doing, checking in about classes, any new movies he had seen, what his schedule was like this week. If Julian was correct, then Dad had not noticed Tyler was watching them have sex. But he was clearly suspicious and kept trying to figure out what Tyler knew. Tyler didn’t reveal anything, acting as nonplussed as ever, reveling in the torture he was providing his dad every time they spoke. He knew Dad would want to find out, to try and explain or apologize or some other lame attempt at absolving himself. But Tyler didn’t want that. He might have forgiven Julian for cheating on him, but Dad knew better. He deserved at least this bit of uncertainty. And he couldn’t help his dick from throbbing even more each time he denied Dad.
Tyler returned to the film club that afternoon. Julian couldn’t make it because he was prepping for mid-terms and was still behind. It would have been nice for Tyler to show back up to the meeting with Julian–possibly wrapped around his arm–after having all but admitted to them a couple days ago that he got dumped and couldn’t find his boyfriend. But he usually never missed a meeting and would feel guilty missing two in a row.
One of the senior members, Charlie, gave him a wave across the room as he entered. Tyler smiled and waved back. Mason was acting president, and he was at the front of the room in front of a large projector screen, getting everyone quiet for the presentation.
“Alright, everyone!” Mason said, raising his hands in the air for silence. “It is time for our hyper-macho, hyper-violent, unnecessarily aggressive handshaking movie of the month: PREDATOR!”
The room erupted into cheers and whoops. Tyler couldn’t help but smile to himself and joined in on the celebration. He missed this. The lights dimmed and the movie began playing, the scene of a helicopter flying across an oceanic horizon was the only source of light. Mason sat in an empty chair next to Tyler.
“Hey, Ty,” Mason whispered.
“Hey, Mace,” Tyler smiled.
“Find Jules yet?” Mason asked.
Tyler felt awkward. “Uhh, yeah,” he said. “We’re good now.”
“That’s good,” Mason said. “Where is he, anyway?”
“Oh, he’s just busy prepping for midterms. He had a busy week.”
“Busy week, huh?” Mason said. Tyler couldn’t read the expression on his face in the dim light. “I bet.”
Tyler forced a smile and faced the projector screen, unsure why he was unnerved by their exchange. It’s not like Mason would know anything. But since when did anyone call his boyfriend Jules? Tyler got that familiar squirming sensation in the crotch of his pants.
Tyler tried to watch the movie. He kept sneaking glances at Mason, but for all he could tell, Mason was solely focused on the sweaty, muscly men getting dirty and bloodied while they screamed and shot their guns. It was loud. People in the audience were whooping at their favorite parts. Tyler started to sweat, his breathing growing shallow. Panicking, Tyler leaned over to whisper to Mason a lame excuse about forgetting some last-minute homework. Mason merely nodded and told him, “See ya,” without even looking at him. Tyler quickly got up and left the classroom.
The fluorescent lighting of the hallway was momentarily blinding after the dark screening room. But Tyler’s heart rate was slowing down, and he took in deep gulping breaths. What the hell was that about, he wondered.
As Tyler calmed down, suspecting he just had a panic attack, he pulled out his phone. Maybe he and Julian could hang out tonight. He smiled as he read a text from the very same boy.
“Hey, babe! Sorry I couldn’t make it! Studying… 🙄 Let’s hang out after? Txt me when ur done with the movie? 👨❤️💋👨💪 Maybe I’ll meet u at ur house 😉”
Tyler took another deep breath and found he was calm. At least he had something to look forward to this time. But why was Julian going to meet him at his house? Was he already going to be there? Would Dad be there too? Would he walk in on them again? Tyler found that he didn’t hate that idea, though it made him incredibly nervous. He also found he had a boner. He surreptitiously rubbed the fabric covering it, and he nearly moaned. He quickly checked that the hallway was empty. Tyler sighed. Maybe he should just go home and get some release. He was way too pent up.
Tyler was grateful the house was empty when he got home. He half expected to find Julian and Dad going at it on the couch again. He quickly went to his room and pulled out a tube of albolene in his nightstand. Pulling his pants down and laying down on his bed, he quickly lubed up his five-inch dick and started to slowly stroke.
He savored the feeling as it warmed around his penis and spread across his palm. Tyler pumped slowly, up and down, feeling his balls tighten. He was already leaking out a tiny bead of precum merely seconds into it. He hadn’t had a normal jerk session in a week. The last one was while watching Julian and Dad have sex, which led to him humping his pillow.
Tyler’s hand was moving faster, his hips starting to lift from the bed. He let out weak gasps as each stroke brought him closer. Images kept flashing in his mind. Julian’s soft body…Dad’s cock…the sounds of spit and sloppy squelching…moans…grunts…Tyler was about to cum.
With an exacerbated groan, Tyler let go of his penis. It stood straight up, throbbing a pale pink, angry at him for stopping. He looked at it. Well, he had the house to himself. Rolling his eyes at his own horniness, Tyler heaved himself up off the bed. He crept out of the room and down the hall. He was only wearing a shirt, completely bottomless, and would be mortified to be caught by his parents like this. But the house was quiet.
The door of his parents’ bedroom was cracked. He could see it too was empty. The bed was made. Slowly, Tyler opened the door and entered the room. He looked around. Last time he was at the threshold of this room, he and Julian were watching Dad stroke his giant cock. Tyler thought about how big he was compared to his own dad. Why didn’t he get those genetics? He was scrawny, pale, practically hairless, average height, and though his penis size was average for an American male, he felt so small compared to Dad’s…whopping thing.
Tyler cautiously crawled onto his parents’ bed. From years of coming to them in the middle of the night after nightmares or wetting the bed, Tyler knew which side his dad slept. He laid down on that side. He looked over at his nightstand. It was slightly messier than Mom’s side. There was a half-empty glass of water, some reading glasses, some candy wrappers, and a well-worn book. Tyler opened the drawer. There was more junk in here, stored haphazardly. With a rush of unexpected gratitude, he found albolene here too. This was a tub version, rather than the squeeze tube he had. Tyler opened it and saw the ointment was almost all gone. There were some bits of lint and a stray dark hair stuck in it too. He scrunched up his face but realized this is obviously what Dad used to jerk off and considered how using this tub would catch the occasional fuzz and pubic hair. Tyler bravely sniffed the jar. There was no scent.
With two fingers, Tyler scooped some of the lube and screwed the top back on, putting it back in the drawer. He leaned back against the pillows and applied the lube to his aching penis. He had never stayed this hard for this long before. Tyler resumed pumping his penis. His whimpering was already louder than in his own bedroom as he was quickly getting to the edge again. The shlicking from the lube somehow felt sloppier as he closed his eyes and imagined how Dad manhandled Julian.
At one point, Tyler opened his eyes, turning his head to the side. It felt like he was having sex, losing his virginity to his own hand. His eyes fell upon the bathroom door. It was open, and through the opening he could see his parents’ dirty laundry hamper. On the bathroom floor in front of it was a pair of grey briefs. Dad’s underwear.
Without thinking, without even realizing he was moving, Tyler had gotten up and crossed the room to the bathroom. He picked up the underwear and examined it. It looked clean except for a crusty white stain on the crotch. As Tyler looked closely, he noticed more white stains. Some new, some older that didn’t come out from previous washes. He pressed the fabric to his face and inhaled deeply.
The scent was overwhelming. The musk was pungent, earthy and slightly sour. It was likely underwear Dad took off last night, so it had several hours to air out, and yet it was still strong. Sweat, cum, and piss all invaded Tyler’s brain in a cocktail of odors. Tyler moaned and put his free hand to his penis. Standing in the middle of his parents’ bathroom, Tyler started stroking while taking deep huffs of his dad’s used underwear, his moaning muffled slightly.
Again, as though he was in a trance, Tyler found himself back on the bed, humping his fist and sniffing the undies. He stuck out his tongue to taste. The flavor matched the smell, and he nearly yelped at the intoxicating feeling he was getting from it.
Tyler was going at it. He felt once again close to cumming. The building of his orgasm was immense. He felt if he came then he would surely die. He felt like such a loser laying there, stealing his dad’s underwear to jerk off. The same dad who tried to steal his boyfriend. The same dad with the giant, throbbing horse dick who was ashamed of his own son.
“Nggh, oh fuck,” Tyler moaned as he pumped his sloppy, leaking penis. “Dad…Dad.”
Tyler heard a door open and shut. His eyes flew open. There were voices. He heard familiar giggling. They were growing louder quickly.
Realizing that the voices were probably coming to the room Tyler was in, Tyler did the only sensible thing he could think of in his horny haze. He slid off the bed and shimmied underneath, hiding.
Within seconds the bedroom door was pushed open, banging on the wall. Tyler could hear the sounds of kissing and a teasing laugh.
“Ju-Julian,” came a whispered voice. Dad’s voice sounded muffled, and slightly frustrated. “We didn’t even check if he was home. What if–”
“Shh, stop worrying,” Julian said. Tyler saw a pair of jeans drop to the floor, barely five feet away from him. “I told you, he’s on campus for our film club.”
“What if he came home early,” Dad said in between audibly wet kisses. “Or hears us. He might find out.”
“Oh my goddd,” Julian whined. Another article of clothing dropped to the floor. This time a button down shirt. “Look, I told him you and I…well, we did stuff.”
“What?!” Dad nearly shouted. More pants dropped to the floor. Tyler assumed these were Julian’s.
“Oh, don’t freak out,” Julian said dismissively. “He’s not going to do anything. I told him we’d stop.”
Tyler closed his eyes and thought about what Julian was saying. That…wasn’t true.
“And he…he believed you?” Dad said disbelievingly.
Another kissing sound. “Umm, have you met your son? He’s not exactly the brightest bulb. I just told him a few sweet nothings and he was eating out of the palm of my hand.”
Silence. Tyler’s heart was beating a mile a minute. So now Dad knew. And Julian was the one to tell him. And what a horrible time to have this happen. Any sound, any movement, and Tyler would be found out. All Dad had to do was kneel low enough to grab his clothes again and he would be face-to-face with his son. Tyler heard the sound of the bed creaking. It bowed slightly as it took on the weight of two people.
“So, he…doesn’t care?” Dad asked. More kissing.
“Oh, I’m sure he cares,” Julian said, and Tyler could hear in his tone that his boyfriend was giving his dad a most mischievous smile. “I’m sure he absolutely hates it. But what can he do? It’s not like he’s going to break up with me. Or confront you. Or tell Charlotte. He’s a bitch, Mark. Stop being scared of him.”
There was another prolonged pause, but it was not filled with silence this time. Dad and Julian’s kissing grew louder. Julian moaned his bratty little moan. The bed moved slightly back and forth. Tyler realized he was still hard, and with extreme caution, he moved his hand back down to his penis, nearly whimpering out loud from the touch.
“Now,” Julian said and Tyler could sense the weight shifting on the bed. “Are you going to let me taste that cock or what?”
“Stop being such a fucking cunt!” Dad shouted. More shifting, this time the bed bowed deeper, quicker. There was a yelp. Then a loud, fleshy SMACK. A low, primal cooing. Tyler barely recognized it as Julian’s voice. “I’m taking this sluthole. Maybe you can taste it after I’ve gaped you properly.”
Tyler heard the sound of spitting, loud and obscene.
“Got it, bitch?” Dad barked.
“Mmhm,” Julian whined.
“Nuh-uh,” Dad said. He sounded pissed off. “What do you say when I ask you a question?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Julian said, and he sounded so subdued. Tyler was pumping furiously now, not caring if they heard him.
“Good boy,” Dad growled. Another splatting sound as he clearly continued to lube up Julian’s hole with his own saliva.
Tyler laid there, underneath the bed, working his own penis, as he listened to the sounds of his dad entering his boyfriend. He listened to all the disgusting, perverted things they said to each other–some of them including Tyler himself. But Tyler did not cry this time as he experienced his boyfriend cheating on him again. He merely stroked himself to the rhythm of Dad’s dominant pounding, remaining undiscovered, and shoved the dirty underwear in his mouth so that they wouldn’t hear his moans as he came all over his fist.
To be continued…
