Daddy Dearest

Children Will Listen

Disclaimer: All characters depicted are 18 or above. This story contains themes of incest and reluctance / dubious consent.

Emmett felt awkward. He had agreed to come to his mom’s wedding per her request, but Jacqueline was so busy accepting congratulations and making conversation that she hadn’t found time to talk to him. Once in a while he would find her giving him a painfully apologetic look and respond with a reassuring smile. He’d hated her with a fiery passion after finding out she’d cheated on Hugh, but time had worked its healing magic, and now he didn’t feel so strongly towards her anymore. Besides, he’d always been curious for an explanation. Why would she cheat on his father, the most wonderful man he’d ever known?

Emmett looked at his glass of Coke, feeling bummed that he couldn’t drink yet. He glanced at the bar, where Hannah was laughing and getting handsy with some random guy. Emmett rolled his eyes. The only two people he knew at this wedding had abandoned him alone at a table. His tux was getting uncomfortable. The music was way too loud. He hated being here.

Emmett heard a chime in his pocket and retrieved his phone. The message made him smile.

“Still at the wedding?” Yahir had texted him.

“Yep. Save me pls,” Emmett replied. His heart fluttered at the sight of the three moving dots.

“I would if I could. Cant u just leave tho?”

“I still need to talk to my mom about sth.”

“Damn. What abt Hannah?”

“She’s flirting with some dude. Ugh I hate it here.”

“Hey u can go flirt with some dude too.”

Emmett chuckled at Yahir’s winky face emoji. “Don’t worry. Already chatting with this crazy hot dude,” he wrote.

Emmett saw the three dots for a second, but they disappeared. Instead, a Snapchat notification popped up from the top of his screen. Emmett opened it to see Yahir making puppy dog eyes and a pout, and a text that read: “is… is it… me???” Emmett giggled. He replied with a selfie of himself making the same face and wrote: “no sorry I said crazy hot.” He quickly sent another snap of Yahir raising his middle finger, and as Emmett was about to reply with his own, he heard his mother’s voice.

“Emmett,” Jacqueline said. Emmett looked up to see his mother standing in front of him. She looked just as young as when she left three years ago, if not even younger. Her hair was longer and shinier. The sleek white dress hugged her curves. She was visibly sweaty from all the dancing and talking, but she was smiling at him, her hazel eyes glinting curiously at his phone screen.

“Talking to someone special?” she asked.

“N-no!” Emmett said, hurriedly turning off the screen and putting the phone inside his pocket. “Well, not not special. We’re… still figuring that out.”

“I see,” she smiled again. Emmett couldn’t help but feel weird. It’d been a long time since they last talked, so telling her about his personal life didn’t seem right. After all, he hadn’t even told Hugh about Yahir.

“So, you wanna talk?” Jacqueline said.

“Yeah, I do,” Emmett said. He pulled out a chair for her but she patted his arm.

“Oh, no need. Let’s talk outside, somewhere quiet. This music is ridiculous,” Jacqueline said. She extended a hand, and Emmett grabbed it as he stood up, but let go of it right after.

They went to the hotel’s garden, which was right outside the hall where the reception was being held. Jacqueline motioned to a bench and they sat down. It was a cool evening. Emmett felt the breeze against his face and looked at his mother. She was staring at her lap, toying with her fingers.

“So, how’s school?” Jacqueline asked, turning to look at Emmett.

“Um, fine, I guess. The semester just started so there’s nothing much to say, really.”

Jacqueline nodded. “Friends? Boyfriend?”

“Some friends, and… a potential boyfriend,” Emmett answered, shyly.

“Yahir?”

“What? How did you...”

“I got a peek at your phone earlier. My eyes are still surprisingly good for my age,” Jacqueline let out a laugh. “Sorry about that.”

Emmett nodded and smiled. “It’s fine.”

The music from the hall was audible even out here, though it sounded somewhat muffled. Silence hung between them for a moment, before Emmett finally mustered up the courage to ask what he wanted to.

“Mom?” He looked into her eyes with determination.

“Yes?”

“Why did you cheat on Dad?”

Jacqueline wasn’t surprised. Just as she’d known Hugh would find out about her affairs some day, she’d also known Emmett would ask this question when she invited him here today. Jacqueline looked up at the sky, where the moon was shining behind a waft of clouds.

“I felt suffocated in that house, basically. I was a stay-at-home mom and your dad never allowed me to do anything. I wanted to help, you know, with the hotels. I went to college for Business Administration, too, by the way. But he never let me,” Jacqueline said.

“But… but why? Dad doesn’t seem like that type of man,” Emmett asked.

“Well, I hate to break this perfect illusion of your Dad you have but he is,” Jacqueline said. “He made you play baseball, didn’t he? Hannah told me.”

“Yeah, but he let me stop when I got bored.”

Jacqueline shook her head. “That’s because he quit baseball, too. He played in high school, but he knew he’d never be good enough to play in college so he quit. That’s why he didn’t really mind you quitting too.”

Emmett’s mouth fell open a little. Jacqueline smiled.

“That’s the thing with Hugh. He’d always leave you- I mean, me, wondering if he loved me or if he loved having me. And I realized it was the latter.”

Emmett was silent. He wasn’t sure what exactly to make of his mother’s perspective.

“I know I wasn’t the best mother, Emmett. To both you and Hannah. And I don’t blame you for loving your dad so much. Lord knows I was once head over heels for him, too. But I hope you know that he can be… possessive at times. So, just be careful and keep a clear view of what you,” Jacqueline pointed at his chest, “want to do.”

“Um,” Emmett said quietly, “thanks, Mom. I’ll… keep that in mind.”

“Great,” Jacqueline beamed at him and stood up. “Let’s head back. You wanna talk to Will? It won’t be awkward, I swear.”

“Sure,” Emmett shrugged and took a deep breath as he stood up. “Let’s do it.”
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Emmett nuzzled his head into Yahir’s neck and put an arm across his chest. It was a strangely cold day, and they were cuddling on Yahir’s bed.

“Aw, look at my boyfriend. So cute,” Yahir said, planting a peck on Emmett’s forehead.
“You’re so cheesy,” Emmett wheezed.

“I’m just speaking facts,” Yahir rolled over and Emmett ended up under his strong body. Yahir gave him a deep kiss. “You’re my boyfriend, now, officially.”

“Yeah, yeah, we’re boyfriends,” Emmett pushed Yahir to the side and he plopped on the mattress with a chuckle.

“Why did you have to ask your Dad before making it official again?” Yahir asked.

“I just,” Emmett rolled the words around in his tongue, “needed his blessing.”

“Blessing or permission?” Yahir raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, stop it. Why are we talking about my Dad, anyway? Let’s talk about being boyfriends,” Emmett smiled and went in for a quick kiss. He loved Yahir’s lips. He couldn’t help but compare them to Hugh’s. Yahir’s lips were thinner and softer, and he tasted less of musk. Yahir was different from his father as a whole, actually. He was well-built, but leaner and less bulky. His skin was a beautiful tan and his hair was dyed a dirty blond.

“Sounds good to me,” Yahir kissed him back and Emmett let himself be enveloped in his warmth. Emmett had been nervous when he called Hugh to talk about Yahir. After his talk with Jacqueline, he wasn’t sure how Hugh would react to him having a boyfriend. But it went well. Hugh even laughed at the fact that Emmett thought it was necessary to ask if it was okay to date. Emmett still felt uneasy, though. He couldn’t tell if Hugh was honestly fine with Yahir. And now that they were boyfriends, Emmett was starting to wonder if he could do with Yahir the things he did with his father.

“Can I ask you something?” Emmett said.

“Shoot.”

“Do you want to like… do stuff?” Emmett felt himself cringing as he spoke, his body scooching even closer towards Yahir’s.

Yahir looked down at him. “You mean sex?”

“Yeah. Sex,” Emmett said in almost a whisper. Memories of the summer with his father flowed back into his mind and he tried to shake them away.

“Yeah, I do,” Yahir gave him a small smile. “Who wouldn’t want to have sex with their super sexy boyfriend?”

“Have you done it before?”

“Yeah. With my ex in high school. You?”

“Not really,” Emmett felt his body get hot as images of his father flooded his brain even harder. “I’ve… done some stuff, but not sex sex.”

“Hey,” Yahir put a hand on Emmett’s cheek and gently lifted his face up. “You scared?”

Emmett blushed. The look in Yahir’s eyes was so tender he could melt. “K-kinda…” he answered.

“It’s OK. We don’t have to do anything, then. Not until you’re ready,” Yahir said.

“But if you want to, I can…”

“It’s cool. I’m serious,” Yahir smiled reassuringly and wrapped his arms around Emmett. “You’re hot as fuck, Emmett. But even just staying like this is more than enough for me.”

“You sure?”

“100% positive.”

Emmett felt his muscles soften against Yahir’s body. Something about Yahir made his heart flutter in a way that he hadn’t felt before. Not even when Hugh praised him.

“Yahir?” Emmett called.

“Hmm?”

“I love you,” Emmett said, his eyes staring into Yahir’s chest.

“I love you too,” Yahir said. Emmett was still too embarrassed to look at his face, but he could practically hear the smile in Yahir’s voice.
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To make up for the fact that he couldn’t accompany his son during move-in day, Hugh decided to fly to Wisconsin and join Emmett on the flight back to Michigan. He was excited for winter break. Even if they wouldn’t be able to do the things they used to do given that Emmett had a boyfriend now, Hugh was still eager to see his son. He thought that while things might be awkward initially, they would still end up having some non-sexual father-son bonding. And he would be absolutely fine with it.

That is, until Hugh saw Emmett walking out from the dormitory, suitcase in one hand, and Yahir in the other.

They seemed so happy, Hugh thought. Emmett was laughing, his beautiful hazel eyes looking at Yahir in a way Hugh hadn’t really seen before. Their hands were interlocked, their shoulders rubbing against each other. Yahir turned to give Emmett a peck on the cheek, which made Emmett blush but also chuckle. Hugh was suddenly reminded of the days when he and Jacqueline were in college. He’d always make sure they were holding hands when they were in public, so that the other guys knew that Jacqueline, one of the most beautiful girls on campus, was his.

Before Hugh knew it, Emmett and Yahir were standing right in front of him.

“Dad!” Emmett let go of the suitcase and Yahir’s hand to give him a hug. “Oh, I miss you so much.”

“I miss you, too, buddy,” Hugh smiled and patted Emmett’s back. Just as he was realizing how much he missed Emmett’s warm body against his, Emmett pulled away.

“Um, so,” Emmett glanced at Yahir then looked back at Hugh. “This is Yahir.”

“Hi, Mr. Rosenthal. It’s so nice to finally meet you,” Yahir said, extending his arm forward.

“Likewise. I’ve heard so many good things about you,” Hugh smiled as he shook his hand. “Thanks for taking care of this kiddo for me.”

“Dad…,” Emmett whined.

“No worries,” Yahir let out a laugh. “It’s been a pleasure.” For some reason Hugh flinched at that wording.

“Well, I believe our Uber is already waiting for us. Come on, buddy, we have a flight to catch,” Hugh let go of Yahir’s hand and looked at Emmett.

“Oh, ok,” Emmett said, before turning to Yahir. “I’ll see you in the spring then.”

“Alright. I’ll see you then,” Yahir smiled and leaned in to place a quick kiss on Emmett’s lips. Hugh clenched his teeth and took a sharp exhale as they pulled away from each other.

“It was really nice to meet you, Mr. Rosenthal,” Yahir said to Hugh.

“Oh,” Hugh’s lips forced a smile. “The pleasure’s all mine.”
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After dinner, Hugh poured himself a glass of whiskey and plumped down on his chair in the office. He thought about the past few months. He’d been lonely. Without Emmett, the house and its vast emptiness became a place to dread. He would go to a gay bar downtown and have a quickie in the toilet, or he would open up Grindr and invite someone over. He’d always thought of himself as bisexual, but since Emmett left, he’d only had hookups with men. Younger men, to be specific. Men who were around Emmett’s age. Men whose bodies were sculpted like Emmett’s. He knew what he was looking for in these college-aged guys, but he never found it. He was still lonely, Emmett’s absence unrelentingly wafting over him like a dark cloud.

Hugh downed the whiskey and walked to the kitchen, where he found Emmett washing dishes.

“Hey, buddy. Why are you doing the dishes? Carla is going to take care of that when she comes tomorrow afternoon,” Hugh said.

Emmett glanced at his father and smiled. “I had nothing to do and it’s just a few plates, anyways.”

“Wow, look at you,” Hugh said as he took a seat at the dinner table. “Adulting.”

“It’s really no big deal, Dad,” Emmett said as he scrubbed the red tomato sauce off a plate.

“So, uh, Yahir, huh?” Hugh said.

“Yeah? What do you think about him?” Emmett asked. On the flight home and over dinner, they’d caught each other up on everything, except Yahir.

“He seems like a nice kid. Very handsome, by the way.”

“Yeah,” Emmett blushed. “He is a really nice guy.”

“So,” Hugh licked his lips. “Have you guys… done anything yet?”

Emmett’s hands stopped moving on the plates. “No,” he said. “Not yet.”

“Really? I imagine two young boys in love like you two must be getting it on.”

“Um, well, we’re not,” Emmett said, trying to focus on the white ceramics before him.

“Really? Nothing? Not even a handjob?” Hugh asked.

“Nope. Nothing. We’re just,” Emmett took a deep breath, “waiting for the right time, I guess.”

“I see,” Hugh said, getting up from the table. “Does this have anything to do with… what we did?”

Emmett’s head snapped around. “N-no, Dad. It’s not about that.”

“It’s not?” Hugh moved forward, inching closer and closer towards Emmett.

“It's… I don’t know,” Emmett said. He gasped as he felt Hugh’s body pressing into him from behind and his father’s breath hot against his ear.

“Oh, buddy,” Hugh put his hands on Emmett’s shoulders. “You don’t need to lie to me. I’m your Dad. You can tell me anything. Like the fact that you can’t have sex with your boyfriend because you can’t stop thinking about me.”

Emmett swallowed. Cold water from the faucet was running down his hands but his body felt warm.

“Oh, you’re tensing up. Hey, hey, no need to be scared,” Hugh moved his hands down Emmett’s torso. “You know, I’m thinking about that night before you left, when you gave me a blowjob for the first time. I remember I was saying some pretty nasty things to you then, like how you’re gonna remember your Dad’s big cock no matter how many guys you suck. I just didn’t imagine that you’d think about me so much that you wouldn’t be getting any action at all. Am I right, Emmett?”

“I… I don’t know,” Emmett muttered.

“I see,” Hugh said. He felt flattered, emboldened, and really horny. “Well, given that you’re not doing anything with Yahir, I know a way we can both get some release.”

Emmett felt Hugh’s hand slipping under his shirt and his father’s bulge poking against his ass. “Dad, we… we shouldn’t. I have a boyfriend now,” he said, his voice shaky.

“Oh. Is your boyfriend more important than me?”

“Dad, that’s not what I meant-”

“Listen, Emmett. I’m gonna tell you something that I hope you remember,” Hugh whispered into Emmett’s ear. “All these boyfriends, they come and go. But I’ll always be here for you, buddy. I’m your Dad and I’ll always love you, buddy.”

“And, and I love you too but-”

“Just think about it, buddy. I’ve raised you your whole life and you only met this dude, what, three months ago? You don’t even know each other that well yet.” Hugh pressed himself firmly against Emmett, “I mean, what would Yahir think when he finds out about what we did, Emmett? What happens when he knows what you did with me?”

“W-what?” Emmett tried to turn his head around to look at his father. “How… how would he find out…”

“I’m just saying, I don’t regret what we did, buddy. I loved it, in fact. But other people might not be so approving, you know? They might call you a pervert or depraved or disgusting, but I’ll never do that. I’ll always be by your side, buddy. I love you so much.”

Emmett was silent except for his breathing, which was getting heavier by the second.

“No one will ever love you as much as I do, Emmett,” Hugh said as he reached a hand inside his son’s crotch. “I hope you’ll reciprocate Dad’s love for you, buddy. It’ll make me so happy. And I’ll know you’ll be so happy if I’m happy, too.”

Once again, when Hugh felt Emmett’s muscles relax, he knew his son was wrapped around his finger.

And so, Emmett and Hugh restarted their dalliance. Hugh was over the moon. Emmett was exactly what he’d been missing these past few months. Getting to kiss Emmett seemed to immediately expel the dark cloud of loneliness around him. The boy was exquisite. His hard body had only gotten more muscular during his time at college. His touch was just as magical as Hugh remembered. And his mouth was simply unparalleled. Every time Emmett sucked his cock, Hugh could feel his son getting better and better. It was as if Emmett’s throat had gotten so used to the size and shape of Hugh’s cock that the entire thing would slide right in each time Hugh inserted it. Just as importantly, Hugh got to taste the load that he’d been longing for all these months. Hugh relished in the fact that he could get Emmett hard with just a few tugs and finish his son off inside his mouth in an incredibly short amount of time. Emmett was like putty in his hand, and he loved it.

Yet, Hugh also knew that his time was running out. Once the break was over, Emmett would return to campus and be all lovey-dovey with Yahir while he would be alone again. And even though Emmett was pleasuring him every day, he would still feel bothered whenever he saw Emmett smiling while texting with Yahir. Occasionally, in the evening, he would walk past Emmett’s room to hear him chatting and chuckling with Yahir on the phone, which made Hugh even more incensed. He needed to do something, something drastic, if he was to keep Ememtt around in the way he wanted. So, Hugh decided to make a call to a friend.
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Yahir was walking down the street when he heard a voice call his name.

“Yahir! Over here!”

Yahir looked to the side and saw Hugh in a car parked next to the sidewalk with his windows down. The man was waving at him with a big, friendly smile on his face.

“Mr. Rosenthal? Wh- What are you doing here?” he rushed towards the car.

“Oh, I was in town for a meeting and happened to see you,” Hugh said. “I’d love to talk to you for a minute. Come in!”

“Uh, alright,” Yahir tentatively opened the door and sat into the passenger seat. “You’re having a meeting here? In San Diego? Is Rosenthal Hotel branching out into the West Coast or something?”

Hugh shook his head as the windows went up. “Not really.”

“Oh… okay,” Yahir said. “So wha-”

“I need you to stop seeing my son.”

“What?”

“You heard me. I need you to break up with my son,” Hugh looked Yahir dead in the eyes.

“What? No! Why would I do that?”

“Because I’m willing to pay you,” Hugh took out a thick envelope from the car door pocket and pushed it at Yahir. “Here’s 10 thousand dollars to start. Once you’re done, I’ll transfer the remaining 40 thousand into your family’s account.”

“WHAT?” Yahir scoffed. “You… but why? I’m not a bad guy, I swear. I really love Emmett, okay? I-”

“You seem to think you have a choice here,” Hugh said.

“Huh?” Yahir scrunched his eyebrows. “I mean, yeah, of course I have a choice. I don’t need your money.”

“Really? Because from what I know, your dad just got diagnosed with cancer and your mom’s little laundry store can’t be raking in all that much.”

Yahir clenched his teeth and glared at Hugh. “We’re doing just fine. And how the fuck did you know about my dad, anyway?”

Hugh smiled. “Nothing a private investigator can’t find out.”

“What? Jesus Christ you’re crazy,” Yahir put his hands onto his face and breathed, before turning to Hugh with fire in his eyes. “Well, I don’t care how much money you offer me. I’m not breaking up with Emmett just because you told me to.”

“I had a feeling you might say that,” Hugh sighed as he took out a second, thinner envelope from the door pocket and handed it to Yahir. “This could have been so much easier if you just agreed from the beginning.”

“What’s this?” Yahir frowned.

“It’s evidence that your little sister is actually an illegal immigrant smuggled in from Mexico.”

Yahir’s eyes widened in fear. His lips trembled as he spoke. “Wh… what? N-No, she’s not.”

“We both know very well that she is. So,” Hugh grabbed Yahir’s hand and shoved both of the envelopes into his palm. “Break up with Emmett and gain 50 thousand dollars for your family or I call ICE as soon as you step foot out of this car.”

“Mr. Rosenthal, please,” Yahir’s eyes were welling up with tears. “She just wants a better life.”

“And she can have one,” Hugh said, nonchalantly. “If you decide to be smart and do as I say.”

Yahir stared at Hugh for a moment, before slowly wrapping his fingers around the envelopes. Hugh smiled and let go of them.

“Great. So here’s what you’ll do. For the next few days, you’re going to be gradually less responsive to Emmett’s texts. Sound less interested when you’re talking on the phone, too. Then you’ll start ignoring his calls, pretending that you didn’t get them. You’ll sometimes read his messages and not text back. And finally, about two weeks from now, you’ll hit him with the ‘We need to talk’ and break up with him. You’ll say the reason is that you just don’t love him anymore, you don’t feel the spark anymore, along those lines. Got it?”

Yahir stared at Hugh with shocked eyes. He quietly nodded.

“Great. You can tell your family about this, of course. They’re gonna ask where the money came from anyway. But if you mention a word of this to Emmett or anyone else, your ‘sister’,” Hugh said while making air quotes, “is getting deported immediately.”

“Okay okay. I got it. Just stop with the deportation talk. Jesus Christ,” Yahir rubbed his eyes. “How the fuck am I supposed to act when I see him at school? I’m a freshman, too, you know. We’ll see each other for like three and a half more years.”

“Oh don’t worry,” Hugh smiled, “you’ll only have to see him for one more semester.”

“What?”

“Emmett’s moving back to Michigan with me.”
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Exactly two weeks after meeting Yahir, Hugh came home to find a mopey Emmett sitting on the couch, his puffy eyes languidly staring into the TV.

“Hey, buddy. What’s the matter? You look… sad,” Hugh asked as he took a seat next to his son.

“Oh, hey Dad. Um,” Emmett gave a weak smile, “Yahir broke up with me today.”

“What?” Hugh feigned surprise. “But, but why? You guys were so in love. Is it… is it because of what we’re doing?”

“No,” Emmett shook his head. “He said he just doesn’t feel it anymore, which makes sense. He’s been kinda distant lately.”

“Oh, buddy. Come here,” Hugh wrapped his arms around Emmett’s back and pulled him close. “I’m so sorry.”

“I tried to talk to him,” Emmett sniffled. “I said that maybe we could, like, rekindle things after break, once we’re on campus with each other again. But he just flat out refused. He told me not to approach him again when we get back. He even blocked me on Instagram and Snapchat and everything.”

“Wow, that’s rough, buddy. I’m so sorry you have to go through this,” Hugh said. “It’s alright. I’m here for you.”

Tears started streaming down Emmett’s cheeks. “Dad, do you think this is karma? For what we’re doing?”

“NO!” Hugh exclaimed. He pulled away and cupped Emmett’s cheeks as he looked straight into his wet hazel eyes. “You can’t be thinking like that, buddy. There’s nothing wrong with making each other happy the way we’re doing it. You know that, right? And karma isn’t real anyways. If that was the case, wouldn’t I be going through something bad too? Either way, just don’t go down that lane, alright, buddy?”

Emmett blinked away the tears and nodded.

“Good,” Hugh sighed. “Why don’t we order Japanese food tonight? It’s your favorite, right?”

“But Carla’s already made pasta-”

“Oh, we can save that for tomorrow. Maybe I’ll pack some for lunch,” Hugh smiled. “Just order whatever you like, buddy.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Emmett smiled back. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, buddy,” Hugh said as he stroked the back of Emmett’s head, before standing up and heading to the stairs. “I’m gonna take a quick shower now. You can take care of ordering, right?”

“Yep,” Emmett nodded. “Oh, and Dad?”

“Hmm?” Hugh turned around.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said the other day. About transferring to Ross. I’m gonna do it,” Emmett said.

Hugh kept a straight face while his stomach did somersaults from happiness. “Really? I was just saying that because I befriended this guy in admissions when you were away. You don’t have to-”

“I want to, Dad. I want to be as close to you as possible,” Emmett smiled shyly. “You said you’d move to Ann Arbor if I got into Ross, right? And I can live with you instead of in the dorms?”

“Well, I'd be so happy if that happened but,” Hugh said, “let’s just sleep on it for a while, buddy. You just went through something horrible today. There’s plenty of time to fill in the transfer application anyway.”

“You’re right. I’ll think about it some more,” Emmett said.

Hugh nodded at Emmett and turned around. As he walked up the stairs, he couldn’t help but grin. Everything was going perfectly according to plan.
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Hugh was in bed reading a book when Emmett came in.

“Hey, Dad,” Emmett said. Hugh’s cock throbbed inside his boxers when he saw his son’s half-naked body. Emmett’s muscles never ceased to turn him on.

“Hey, buddy. What’s up?” Hugh asked, closing his book and putting it aside.

Quitely, Emmett climbed onto the bed and crawled towards Hugh, his face only an inch away from his father’s.

“Oh, buddy. Does this mean you’re over the breakup?” Hugh said, surveying his son’s face. It’d been five days since Yahir called, and they hadn’t done anything since then. Emmett did offer himself every night, but Hugh declined because Emmett still seemed sad, and he knew playing with a sad kid wouldn’t be fun for him either. Besides, even though he was horny, Hugh was more than satisfied because his plan was going swimmingly. Holding off for a few days was nothing if he knew he’d get Emmett in the long run.

Emmett said nothing. Instead, he pressed his lips onto Hugh’s and gave him a slow, sensual kiss. Hugh felt Emmett’s hand on his crotch, rubbing and squeezing his growing boner. After a while, Emmett pulled away. Hugh opened his mouth, but Emmett spoke first.

“Do you remember what you said to me the day I got home, Dad? When I was doing the dishes?” Emmett said. “You said that I couldn’t have sex with Yahir because I was always thinking about you.”

Hugh stayed silent. His cock was at full mast under Emmett’s fingers.

“You were right. I couldn’t. Whenever I thought about sex with him, my mind would always go to you instead. I couldn’t stop thinking about your cock, Dad.” Emmett said as he reached his hand into Hugh’s boxers. “I couldn’t stop thinking about how big it is and how good it felt in my hand and in my mouth.”

“Emmett…” Hugh moaned as Emmett wrapped his soft, familiar fingers around his cock.

“You were also right about us, Dad. That no other guy will ever love me as much as you do. That you’ll always be there for me,” Emmett said, his lustful eyes boring into his father’s. “And I want to be there for you, too, Dad. I belong with you.”

“Mmm,” Hugh purred. He liked the sound of that.

“Dad,” Emmett bit his bottom lip. “I want you to fuck me.”

Hugh could not believe what he just heard. “Are you… serious, buddy?”

“Yes,” Emmett nodded. “I want you to be the first man to fuck me, Dad. The one to take my cherry and break in my hole for the first time.”

“Oh, fuck,” Hugh grabbed the back of Emmett’s head and pulled his face towards him. “I’d be honored, buddy. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

The two of them grinned at each other before their lips collided again. This time, the kiss wasn’t slow nor sensual; it was hungry. Emmett pressed his body against Hugh as their mouths grappled at each other and their tongues danced. While Emmett had one hand in Hugh’s boxers and another on the back of his neck, Hugh had both of his on Emmett’s ass. He’d fantasized about fucking Emmett multiple times before, but he’d always thought that it would be too far, and that Emmett would be too scared to go through with it, which would put a damper on their relationship. But now, with Emmett’s bold declaration, Hugh no longer needed to hold back. His hands groped and caressed the two mounds of muscles that were Emmett’s ass. They were magnificent, Hugh thought.

“Buddy, how about you turn around and suck Dad’s cock while I prepare your hole?” Hugh broke away from the kiss and said. At once, he slid his boxers off and laid his back on the bed, propping his head up with a pillow.

“Gotcha, Dad,” Emmett grinned and took off his own underwear. He turned around and placed his calves on the mattress, making sure his ass was directly above Hugh’s face.

“Fuck. I can’t wait to get inside this beautiful ass of yours, buddy,” Hugh said. He slapped his hands onto his son’s cheeks with a loud thwack and admired Emmett’s ass. It was round, firm, and perfectly smooth. Emmett was so tight that Hugh couldn’t even see inside his pinkish hole, which made Hugh even more eager. He stuck his tongue out and started licking his son’s pucker.

“Mmm, fuck,” Emmett whimpered as he felt Hugh’s wet tongue flicking against his hole. Still, remembering his task, Emmett lowered his head onto Hugh’s hard-on. He easily got the whole thing inside his mouth in one go, having become too familiar with his father’s cock.

“Yeah, buddy. Get that cock nice and wet for me. The better you suck, the better Dad can fuck this tight hole for you,” Hugh said as he licked his index finger and probed Emmett’s hole with it. The second Emmett felt Hugh’s fingertip on his opening, he instantly knew to relax the muscles around his ring, while his mouth still worked restlessly on his father’s cock.

“There we go, open up for me, buddy. Just like that,” Hugh licked his lips as his finger entered Emmett. He was tighter than Hugh imagined. It felt like his finger was being constricted on all sides by Emmett’s walls of muscle with zero space to wiggle around.

“Fuck, buddy. You ever played with your hole? Ever stuck fingers or anything up there?” Hugh asked as he pushed his finger in and out of Emmett, feeling the friction against his son’s hole with every movement.

“Nope,” Emmett’s mouth left Hugh’s cock with a slurp. “Nothing.”

“Damn, no wonder it’s so fucking tight,” Hugh retracted his finger and reached over to the nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube. “Spit isn’t gonna cut it.”

“Sorry, Dad,” Emmett turned his head around. “I should’ve prepared myself better.”

“No need to be sorry,” Hugh said as he lubed up his fingers. “Trust me, buddy. You have no idea how much I love opening up this hole.”

Emmett let out a whine as Hugh’s slick finger entered him. He could feel himself opening up for his father. He tried to concentrate his attention on sucking Hugh’s cock, but he was struggling. Hugh’s finger felt thick inside him. As Hugh pushed a second one in, Emmett shivered. The sensation of being stretched open made his body weak.

“Fuck, Dad. I want you to fuck me, now. Please…” Emmett said.

“Mmm, my stud is getting impatient,” Hugh’s cock twitched at Emmett’s begging. “Don’t worry, buddy. You’re gonna get filled soon enough. Be a good boy and suck Dad’s cock and you’ll get your reward, OK?”

Emmett nodded and got back to work. He’d learned what Hugh liked in a blowjob, so he was determined to make his father feel good. He flicked his tongue on the underside of the shaft as he sucked. He alternated between rhythms, but always spent more time on the faster pace because that was what Hugh liked. Sometimes, he’d deepthroat the big cock and let himself slobber all over it before slurping up his drool from the shaft. Having his father’s cock inside his mouth made Emmett feel an uncanny sense of pride.

“Fuck yeah, good boy, Emmett,” Hugh groaned as he enjoyed his son’s suction while his fingers continued to probe Emmett’s ass. Now, with three fingers lodged inside his son’s hole, Hugh was salivating. He needed to fuck Emmett before the boy made him cum with his talented mouth.

“Emmett, turn around,” Hugh pulled the fingers out and gave the muscular mound a spank. “It’s time.”

Emmett quickly released Hugh’s cock from his mouth with a pop and swiveled his body around. When their eyes met, Hugh pulled Emmett down into an eager kiss. His cock was throbbing in expectation, and so was Emmett’s.

“You want to ride me, buddy? Fuck yourself on Dad’s huge cock?” Hugh asked as he looked into Emmett’s eyes. The hazel irises seemed to glisten with hunger.

“Fuck yes, Dad,” Emmett said as he positioned himself, straddling his father’s strong body. He took Hugh’s cock and placed it right at his opening. His father had lubed up inside his hole well, and his cock was amply wet with Emmett’s saliva. Everything was ready.

“Dad,” Emmett inhaled deeply. “I love you so much.”

“And you have no idea how much I love you, buddy,” Hugh grinned. “Now, show Dad how a good boy rides a cock.”

Emmett grinned back and nodded. He held Hugh’s cock firmly in one hand and slowly lowered himself down onto it. When the head of Hugh’s cock stretched his opening open and broke through the ring of muscle, Emmett gasped. An uncomfortable, burning sensation hit him, but he knew it’d go away soon. More importantly, he had to press ahead for Hugh. So, Emmett closed his eyes, clenched his jaw, and kept pushing himself down on his father’s cock.

“Oh, buddy. You’re so goddamn tight,” Hugh moaned as he watched his cock gradually disappear into Emmett’s ass. The sight before him was breathtaking. Emmett’s muscular body was tensed up, his veins and muscles bulging and throbbing. His skin was flushed pink. His cock was standing straight up, hard as a rock.

“Fuck, Dad. It feels… Oh, fuck,” Emmett panted. He was past the halfway mark now, but the stinging feeling wasn’t easing. Still, he persevered. He wanted to make proud of what a trooper he was, of how zealous he was when it came to making sure Hugh’s desires were fulfilled.

“Almost there, buddy. Almost there. You’re doing so great,” Hugh said. His son’s hole was hugging his cock better than any pussy or any other ass he’d fucked. As Emmett sank down on him more and more, Hugh was increasingly taken over with pleasure. It was as if Emmett’s hole was sucking him in, coaxing the cum out of his cock with its warmth and constriction.

“FUCK!” Emmett shouted as he finally bottomed out on Hugh’s cock. He could feel Hugh’s balls grazing against the skin of the ass. Emmett opened his eyes to see Hugh staring at him, mouth open, eyes wide. Emmett flashed him a smile of satisfaction.

“I did it, Dad. I did it,” Emmett said. The realization that he’d just lost his cherry to his father hit him a bit later. And it turned him on more than he’d expected.

“Oh, Emmett, come here.” Hugh slightly lifted his body up and wrapped his arms around his son. He pulled Emmett close towards him, feeling his son’s warm, quick breaths against his face. “You just made me the happiest Dad in the world, buddy.”

“It’s what you deserve, Dad. You’ve given me everything, so now I’m giving back,” Emmett licked his lips. “I’m yours, Dad.”

Those words set something off inside Hugh’s brain and made him snap. He crashed his lips against Emmett’s and devoured his mouth, while his arms roamed his son’s back. WIthout realizing it, Hugh was starting to fuck Emmett, his hips automatically thrusting upwards and stuffing his cock into his son’s ass. Feeling the movements Hugh was making, Emmett began to ride his father in earnest, pounding himself onto Hugh’s cock. They were driving each other wild. Hugh was enraptured by how good Emmett’s hole was. With every push, the soft and velvety walls of muscles were clutching onto his cock, almost milking it due to how tight Emmett was. Meanwhile, Emmett was falling into a daze because of Hugh’s cock. It felt gigantic inside him. The burning feeling was far gone. There was only pleasure as his father’s throbbing, steel-hard rod repeatedly plunged into him.

Suddenly, Emmett felt himself being pushed down and falling onto the mattress. He broke away from the kiss and looked at his father above him. In this position, Hugh looked imposing, almost beast-like. His eyes were hungry and fired up. His chest was heaving. His solid arms pinned Emmett’s down by the shoulders, while Emmett’s legs wrapped around Hugh’s waist. Emmett knew what was about to happen. He was going to get fucked, really fucked, by his father.

“Dad…” Emmett said, marveling at Hugh’s manly body, panting in anticipation. Hugh’s cock was still deep inside his ass, but Hugh wasn’t moving.

“Do you know what’s gonna happen from now on, Emmett?” Hugh said, his voice was so deep it was almost a growl. “I’m gonna fuck you. Every day. As much as I can. And do you know why that is, buddy?”

Emmett’s lips quivered. He found himself unable to form words.

“It’s because you’re mine now,” Hugh continued, staring intently down at his son. “I took your cherry, so now you belong to me. Not with me. To me. Isn’t that right, buddy?”

Emmett quietly nodded. His cock was impossible hard against his abs.

“Good boy, Emmett. Now, tell me,” Hugh began to pull out of Emmett’s hole, but stopped just before the head of his cock left the opening. “Who does this hole belong to?”

“Y-You, Dad,” Emmett said meekly.

“Louder!” Hugh bellowed. He thrusted forward at full speed and Emmett screamed as his father’s giant cock punched into him. “Who does this hole belong to?”

“You, Dad! It belongs to you,” Emmett said, trying his best to raise his voice.

“Good boy,” Hugh grinned. There was a bit of fear in Emmett’s eyes, but Hugh knew the boy was, for the most part, on cloud nine. He slowly retracted his cock, still making sure the head stayed inside. “Tell me again, who does this ass belong to?”

“You, Dad,” Emmett almost shouted. Again, Hugh shoved his cock inside forcefully. Emmett squealed as he felt the tip hit his prostate.

“Good boy,” Hugh said. He removed an arm from Emmett’s shoulder and traced around Emmett’s lips with his index finger. “Now, who does this mouth belong to?” Hugh asked as he pulled back like before.

“You, Dad. It’s yours,” Emmett panted as he realized the game Hugh was playing.

“Good boy,” Hugh said. Another deep, powerful push made Emmett’s body shake. Hugh moved the hand down to Emmett’s cock and held it with a firm grip. “And this cock? Who does it belong to?”

“Y-you, Dad,” Emmett answered. He was struggling not to cum inside Hugh’s hands.

“Good boy.” Again, Emmett moaned as Hugh deep-dicked him. “Final question, Emmett,” Hugh said as he cupped Emmett’s cheeks. “Who owns you?”

Emmett swallowed. He was hypnotized by his father’s blue eyes. “You. You own me, Dad,” he said.

“That’s the perfect answer, buddy,” Hugh’s lips curved into a smile as he held Emmett’s face. “And now, you’ll get your reward.”

Immediately, Hugh started to jackhammer Emmett’s hole, all the while staring into his son’s glossy eyes. Emmett tried to keep his eyes open and focused on his father’s handsome, proud face, but the rough fucking made it almost impossible to do so. Sometimes his eyes would shut as his teeth clenched, other times they would roll to the back of his head as he let out non-stop grunts and whimpers.

“Oh, you’re in heaven, aren’t you, buddy?” Hugh grinned while his hips kept thrusting like a machine in overdrive. “My sexy muscle stud likes being fucked, huh? You like being stuffed like this, Emmett? By your own Dad?”

“Y-Yes… Ah… I… love… Dad…” Emmett uttered incoherently. He was in utter ecstasy as Hugh’s cock continuously pushed buttons inside him.

“Fuck, buddy. You can’t even speak properly with my dick inside you. That’s how much you love my cock, huh? That’s how much you fucking love your Dad, right, Emmett?” Hugh grunted. Emmett was sweating profusely, his face red, and Hugh felt his hands on Emmett’s cheeks get damp. He looked down at Emmett’s body and realized that it was covered in a glistening sheen of sweat.

“Damn. You’re sweating like a pig, buddy,” Hugh chuckled while Emmett’s cock twitched at the lewd words. “But you like it. You like being my pig, Emmett. I know you do. You’re a good boy who loves being dirty and depraved with his Dad. Nothing makes you happier than pleasing my big cock. Isn’t that right, my filthy little muscle pig?”

“Aw fuck, Dad. You’re… driving me… crazy,” Emmett said in between pants. Hugh had never talked to him like this, and he’d never been so horny for his father like this either. He was high on Hugh’s cock. Addicted, even, to his father’s fucking.

“Fuck, Emmett, your hole is so fucking tight,” Hugh groaned as he felt his load building up. “You’re gonna milk Dad’s cock dry in no time. Would you like that, buddy? Would you like to be bred by your own Dad?”

“I… fuck… fuck...” Emmett tried to speak, but the sensation overwhelmed his words. He could feel the climax coming at any moment. His cock was on the verge of bursting, even though he hadn’t touched it all night.

“Mmm, I’m almost there, buddy,” Hugh bent over and stared into Emmett’s eyes as he spoke at almost a whisper. “You’re gonna get my load inside you, Emmett. And then you’re gonna be truly mine. Wherever you go, you’re gonna think about my seed filling your muscle pussy up. You’re gonna be fucking begging to be loaded every time I use your hole. Be a good boy and take my load, Emmett. Be a good boy and take your own Dad’s cum.”

Hugh’s commanding stare and words set Emmett off. His body convulsed, his face still nestled inside Hugh’s hands as he squealed and screamed. As the orgasm overtook him and his cock began to spurt all over his torso, Emmett’s ass clenched on Hugh’s cock with an impossible tight grip.

“FUCK!” Hugh exclaimed as his own climax came and he started to shoot inside Emmett’s hole, painting the walls of muscle with his warm, creamy load. He collapsed onto his son as his balls got drained, and drained, and drained.

Their cocks were spent, but Hugh still had his body on top of Emmett, and his cock inside his son’s ass. Their sweat-soaked torsos were almost glued together by the giant streaks of cum that Emmett had shot all over himself, while Hugh’s cock was unwilling to recede from Emmett’s wet, warm, cum-filled hole. Hugh and Emmett were in an unprecedented state of euphoria, from which they loathed to leave.

Thus, for the rest of the break, Hugh and Emmett fucked as much as they could. They’d usually fuck before bed, but some days, when Hugh was feeling more energized and horny than usual, he’d also fuck Emmett in the shower. In the morning, Hugh could count on Emmett for a quick, sloppy blowjob before breakfast, and if he had time, he’d suck him off for a serving of delicious cum, too.

When Emmett had to go back to campus, they were both disappointed. But Emmett was determined to transfer to Michigan Ross, and with Hugh’s connection in the admissions office, it was almost certain he’d get in. So, Hugh was less pent up with emotions than the last semester. He was looking forward to living in the same house with Emmett, where they could be together and having sex however much they wanted. And with Yahir out of the picture, Hugh could have fun with Emmett despite the distance between them. They’d talk on the phone almost every night, the conversation starting off with innocent small talk but always moving into sexual territory, and both of them would jerk off to each other’s lewd words. Emmett would send Hugh pics of himself to feed the man’s hunger, mostly photos of his sweaty post-workout body, paying extra attention to his muscular ass. In return, Hugh would send his son pics of his cock, large and glistening with lube, which was enough to make Emmett drool.

Shortly after Emmett got the acceptance letter, Hugh made a deal on a property in Ann Arbor. He quickly sold his old house, eager to leave the memories of Jacqueline and their old family behind, and began the move. By the time Emmett’s freshman year ended, the new place was fully furnished. Thus, Emmett moved into his new house right as summer started, and Hugh was beyond elated to start a new chapter in their lives. For the next two years, Emmett went to college at Ross and lived with Hugh, where they showered, ate dinner, fucked, slept, and woke up in each other’s arms every day, save for the days when Emmett had to pull an all-nighter for an exam or Hugh had to go on a business trip. Emmett never considered going out or hooking up with anyone else. He was more than happy to take his father’s cock in his mouth and up his ass every night, relishing in the fact that he was performing the duties of a son at the utmost level. That is, until October of Emmett’s senior year.

It was noon, and Emmett had just got home after class. He was free for the rest of the day, so he figured he’d take a short nap after having some leftovers for lunch. In the afternoon, he’d finish his homework and hit the gym while the maid came to clean and cook dinner. By the time he returned, she’d be gone, and Emmett would wait for Hugh to come home and join him in the shower. Hugh liked to roam his hands all over Emmett’s sweat-soaked body, and liked to fuck Emmett in the shower even more.

But just as Emmett was finishing up the leftovers, the doorbell rang. Emmett went to open the door and his heart almost stopped as he registered the familiar face before him.

“Emmett. Hi,” Yahir said with a small smile.

Emmett’s mouth was open in shock. It’d been two years since he last saw him, but Yahir still looked the same.

“Hey,” Emmett collected himself and said. “What… are you doing here?”

Yahir was silent for a moment, just staring at him. Emmett noticed that his eyes were a bit red, and his hands were slightly fidgeting besides his waist. Yahir looked like he was trying to say something. And finally, he did.

“There’s something I need to tell you.”

A/N: The series ends with a bang next chapter. Stay tuned!