Oliver spent the next few days trying to forget what had happened between him and Manny in the locker room. He told himself that he needed to forget for Ashley’s sake, that his guilt over betraying her meant that any sexual pleasure he got from getting finger fucked by Manny wasn’t worth it.
But the reality is that he was afraid of what admitting those feelings to himself would mean.
Sure, he could be gay. He knew there was nothing wrong with it. But if his dad was right about him being gay, what else was his dad right about?
Luckily, Oliver was able to avoid Manny without much effort. His swim coach had scheduled double swim practice after school for the rest of that week in anticipation of their swim meet on Saturday, which meant that Oliver had a convenient excuse for skipping their afternoon gym session. But honestly, Oliver was just grateful for anything to keep busy and distract himself from the tidal wave that had been unleashed inside him.
He avoided his father as well, burrowing away in his room after school and eating dinner as fast as possible so as to minimize the time spent under his father’s magnetic gaze. He knew he couldn’t avoid his dad forever, but he couldn’t bring himself to spend time with him when he was dealing with so many confusing feelings. Best to keep his space for the moment.
Noah didn’t push him. He had been disappointed in Oliver’s reaction to his announcement at his birthday dinner, although he had to admit he wasn’t particularly surprised. It would have been a little much to expect Oliver to jump into his arms after his declaration of love. Nevertheless, he had allowed himself to hope that Oliver might be more receptive to his advances.
Still, despite Oliver’s decidedly unwelcoming reaction, Noah was still convinced that he was right, that there was something between the two of them. In the meantime, he decided he would give Oliver some space to work out the things he was feeling on his own.
By the time Friday rolled around, however, Noah decided it was time to finally speak up.
Oliver was racing through his bowl of cereal Friday morning when his father said, “Slow down, Ollie. I wanna talk to you about something.”
Oliver wiped off his lips with a napkin, suddenly feeling embarrassed about his poor table manners.
“What is it?” he asked.
Noah gave him a half-smile. “I know what I said last week may have shocked you. And I just want to say that I never meant to make you uncomfortable. I know you’ve been avoiding me these last few days-”
“I haven’t been avoiding you-”
“Ollie, please,” his father said. “Let me finish.”
Oliver nodded.
“I want to make you an offer. I know I said I wouldn’t stop trying to pursue you, that I would be patient until you were ready. But I don’t want you to feel like you’re always waiting for the other shoe to drop.”
Noah cleared his throat. Oliver looked at him tentatively.
“So here’s my proposal,” he continued. “Go on one date with me, just one. And when it’s over, if you hate it… just tell me. And I’ll stop. I’ll keep my feelings to myself and we can go back to the way things were.”
Oliver bit his lip. He looked at his father nervously.
“I don’t know…” he said. “I mean, why couldn’t you just keep it to yourself to begin with? Instead of putting this all on me?”
“Just one date,” said his father. “We’ll go to dinner, we’ll come home, that’s it. I won’t try anything, I promise.”
Oliver stared at his father. He’d never seen him look so earnest before. It almost made him feel bad for not giving him what he wanted.
“All right,” he said. “I’ll go to dinner with you. But then you have to stop this. I’m not… I can’t do what you’re asking me to. I just can’t.”
His father smiled at him. “I’ve made us reservations tonight in the city for 7.”
“Where?” asked Oliver.
His dad winked at him. “It’s a surprise,” he said, clearing their dishes from the table. “All the best dates have a little mystery to them.” He kissed Oliver on the head and headed into the kitchen.
Oliver began to feel a pit in his stomach. What had he agreed to? He had been trying not to lead his father on, but now he felt like he had walked into a trap. But his father had promised he wouldn’t’ try anything, and then after tomorrow night, they could go back to the way things were.
That was all Oliver wanted.
They were interrupted by a knock at the door. Puzzled, Oliver got up from the table and walked over to the main entrance. He looked through the peephole in the door, then broke out into a smile.
“Uncle Tony!” he said excitedly as he thrust open the door.
“How ya doin, Oliver?” said Tony as he wrapped his nephew in a big bear hug.
Oliver held on tightly to his uncle as they hugged, his face grinning from ear to ear.
“It’s been ages, how have you been? I haven’t seen you since the funeral. How’s LA?”
Tony looked at him strangely. “Uh, you know, it’s… crowded. Lotta celebrities, that’s about it,” he said, scratching his head.
Noah walked out of the kitchen, folding his arms and leaning against the wall. He nodded at Tony.
“Tony. Good to see you,” he said, his voice calm and collected.
Tony kept his arm wrapped around his nephew as he walked into the house, carrying a ratty suitcase in one hand.
“Looking good, Noah! The gray really suits you, makes you look distinguished,” he said, pointing to his sideburns.
Noah had to stop himself from rolling his eyes.
Oliver looked up at Tony from underneath his arm.
“What are you doing in town, Uncle Tony?” he asked.
“Well, I thought I’d stop by and see my favorite nephew for his birthday!” he said, squeezing Oliver’s shoulder. “Damn, you’ve really grown up, little man,” he said, rubbing Oliver’s arm.
Oliver grinned.
Noah grunted. “You’re a bit late for his birthday, Tony. It was last week.”
“That’s why I thought I’d come in later, surprise you after all the festivities had died down. What do you think about going into the city tonight, catching a show?”
Oliver’s eyes lit up.
“He can’t tonight,” Noah said. “We’ve got dinner reservations.”
“Dinner sounds fun!” said Tony.
“The reservations are for two,” said Noah.
Tony turned to Oliver and ruffled his hair. “No worries, no worries. I was actually thinking about heading to the Bronx later tonight, around 10 if you’re interested. I know a guy who can get us tickets to a show at this underground bar. It’s 18 and up, so you can get in easy.”
Oliver grinned. “That sounds amazing!” he said.
Noah glared at Tony. “He’s got a swim meet tomorrow.”
“Eh, so he’ll be a little tired, it’s not the end of the world,” said Tony.
“Will you come?” Oliver asked.
“Of course! Can’t wait to see you kick their asses,” said Tony, putting his arm around Oliver’s neck and rubbing his head while Oliver giggled.
“Why don’t I show you to your room, Tony?” said Noah, grabbing Tony’s suitcase. “Oliver has to be getting to school now.”
“Sure thing,” said Tony. He pulled Oliver in and hugged him again. “It’s good to see you, kid,” he whispered in Oliver’s ear. Oliver held onto him tightly.
“Let me give you my new number. Since I’m gonna be staying here for a while,” he said.
He flashed Noah a smile. It took everything in Noah not to roll his eyes.
Oliver quickly pulled out his phone and took his uncle’s phone number, then grabbed his backpack and headed out the door.
“I’ll see you later, Uncle Tony?” he asked.
Tony winked at him.
“Don’t forget, dinner’s at 7 tonight,” said Noah.
Oliver nodded at him, then left.
Tony watched Oliver leave with a look in his eyes that made Noah’s blood begin to boil. He turned to Noah and gave him a sheepish grin.
“Thanks for having me, man. I really appreciate the hospitality and all,” said Tony.
“It’s just for a couple of weeks,” said Noah. “After that, you’ve gotta find somewhere else to stay.”
“Yeah, about that,” said Tony. “See, I’m looking for work, you know I am. But I’m a bit strapped for cash at the moment, and I was wondering if you could-”
“Oh?” asked Noah. “But I thought you wanted to take us all to the theatre? How exactly was that going to work?”
Tony scratched his head. “Listen, man,” he said. “I’m trying, I swear. That gig tonight is actually… well, it’s kinda like a networking thing. This buddy of mine represents the band that’s playing and he says they might have some work for me. It’s tough, you know, being an ex-convict and all.”
“My heart weeps for you,” said Noah, taking Tony’s suitcase up the stairs to the guest room. He set Tony’s suitcase on the bed. “There are fresh towels in the guest bath.”
Tony followed him into the room, hovering like a fly. “Could you help me out, though? I just need a few bucks to tide me over.”
“What about your parents? Did you ask them for help?” Noah asked as he walked back out into the hallway.
“Yeah, no dice,” Tony said as he followed him back down the stairs. “They’re done with me. Told me they wanted me to make it on my own, like I’m some fucking teenager or something.”
“See, if you were a teenager it might actually make some sense. But to still be pulling this shit in your 30s…”
Tony grabbed his arm. “Please, man. I’m asking you. I just need a little help.”
Noah stared at him for a moment, then sighed and walked over to one of the dressers in the living room. He opened the top drawer, pulled out a checkbook, and began to write.
“Thanks, man,” said Tony. “I’ll pay you back, for sure.”
“Don’t worry about it,” said Noah. “But I’m giving you this money on two conditions. One, you don’t ask me for money again. Two, you’re out of here by the end of the month. Got it?”
“Yeah yeah yeah, of course!” said Tony, grabbing the check from him. “So, the kid’s really grown up, huh? Can’t believe he’s already 18.”
Noah looked at him fiercely. “He’s still my boy, Tony. You’re not taking him to some dive bar in the middle of the Bronx with a bunch of your prison gang banger friends.”
“About that… why didn’t you tell him I was in the can?”
Noah crossed his arms. “I wasn’t exactly sure how to tell Ollie his favorite uncle went to jail for assault. Far be it for me to ruin your image.”
Tony nodded. “That was just like, wrong place wrong time, you know what I mean? But I appreciate that. I don’t want the little guy to… think different of me.”
Noah grunted. “A word of advice, Tony. If you want people to think you’re a good person, you’ve gotta actually be a decent person. It’s never too late to change your stripes.”
He walked away.
“Yeah, for sure man…” said Tony, rolling his eyes as he shoved the check in his pocket.
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If Oliver thought that he was distracted earlier in the week, it was nothing compared to how he felt today. The anticipation of his date with his father later that night was filling his stomach with butterflies. He tried to reason with himself that it would be no different than any other dinner, that they would have an uneventful night and then he’d be able to put this behind him once and for all.
He barely said a word to Ashley as he walked her to class that morning.
“You okay, booboo bear?” Ashley asked as they stopped outside her class. “You’ve been acting weird all week.”
He put on a smile. “I’m fine,” he said. “Just anxious about the meet tomorrow, I guess.”
“Don’t forget, I’m picking you up at 8 to head over there,” Ashley said. “Dad’s letting me borrow the car and I figured we could stop for coffee on the way. And we’re still on for hanging out after, right? I figured we could go to Toast and get milkshakes to celebrate.”
He nodded, distracted.
She looked at him, concerned.
“You know you can talk to me, right?” she said softly. “I mean, I know you didn’t have too much to say after your mom died… and that was fine, I just wanted to be here for you, you know? As your friend, however you needed me.”
She put her hand on his shoulder.
“But if you ever do wanna talk about anything that’s bothering you, or cry, or anything like that, I won’t judge you. Promise.”
She held out her pinky, giving him a small smile. He locked his pinky with hers. She kissed him on the cheek.
“What’s up, bro?” Manny said, walking up to the two of them. He clapped Oliver on the shoulder. “Been missing our workouts.”
Oliver looked nervously from Manny to Ashley, who was smiling cheerily.
“Yeah, sorry, coach has been giving us double practice before the meet tomorrow,” Oliver said, avoiding Manny’s eyes.
“You wanna come, Manny-kins? I could use some company in the stands,” said Ashley.
“You don’t have to come-”
“Ah, bro I totally would but I’ve got wrestling practice. Next one though, for sure.”
Oliver breathed a sigh of relief.
Ashley pouted. “Oh, boo. All right, I gotta get to class. Bye, babe,” she said.
Oliver looked after her as she walked into her classroom. When he turned back to Manny, Manny was grinning at him.
“It’s a shame I’m gonna miss seeing you in those speedos tomorrow,” Manny said before walking away.
Oliver turned red. He hurried to class, trying to block out the confusing feelings converging in his mind.
Oliver’s swim practice was brutal that day. Coach had him swimming laps for hours until he felt like his limbs were gonna fall off. It was a great distraction, but by the time he got home, every muscle in his body ached.
As he walked through the house, he found the place eerily quiet.
“Dad? Uncle Tony?” he called out, walking upstairs. He checked his phone. It was after 5. Where was his father? He was usually home by then.
He walked down the hallway towards his father’s bedroom. The door was slightly ajar. He pushed it open slowly and looked inside.
“Dad?” he called out. He looked around the room.
He could see the framed photograph from his parent’s wedding sitting on their nightstand. He glanced at it sadly.
The bathroom door suddenly opened as Noah walked out, wrapped in nothing but a towel.
“Ollie, you’re home!” said his father.
Oliver could hear the sound of the shower running in the background. His dad stood there holding the towel, his hairy chest heaving as he breathed in and out.
“Where’s Uncle Tony?” he asked, forcing himself to drag his gaze up to his father’s eyes.
His father shrugged. “He went into the city for something or other. Don’t know when he’ll be back.”
Oliver nodded. “So wh- when do you wanna leave?” he asked.
Oliver found his eyes going back down his father’s hairy chest, towards the little trail of hair underneath his belly button leading down to where the towel was wrapped around his waist. He licked his lips.
Noah smiled. “We’ll leave at 6. I’m just gonna take a shower and get ready. I went ahead and laid out something for you to wear on your bed.”
He turned and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Oliver stared after him for a moment before turning and heading down the hallway towards his room.
He walked inside to find the outfit his father had laid out for him on the bed. It was a dark red suit jacket he’d gotten the year before from a thrift store along with a pair of tight black pants and a floral button-down.
Oliver picked it up to inspect it. Had his father been rummaging through his closet? He hadn’t worn half of these things in so long he’d forgotten he had them. Still, he had to admit they kind of did go together pretty well.
He got undressed from his school clothes, grabbing a towel and heading down the hallway to his bathroom to shower. As he stood under the hot water, he tried to clear his mind for the night ahead. He needed to stay strong, he knew that much. If he was anything less than completely certain in his efforts to shut his father down, he knew his father would seize on that in a second.
As Oliver washed his body with soap, his mind flashed back to his rendezvous with Manny in the locker room shower.
The sight of Manny’s rippling muscles as he masturbated over Oliver.
The smell of his balls on Oliver’s face.
The feeling of his fingers inside Oliver’s hole.
Suddenly Oliver began to imagine his father standing over him, masturbating the way that Manny had. His hairy chest, 5 o’clock shadow… what did his cock look like, Oliver wondered? He began to get hard. He quickly rinsed off, turning off the shower and grabbing the towel.
This was going to be tougher than he thought.
Oliver got dressed in the outfit his father picked out for him. He still wasn’t quite sure why he was agreeing to wear this at all. It was somewhat humiliating to be wearing clothes picked out by his dad, but for some reason, he didn’t even consider putting on something else.
Oliver stood admiring himself in the mirror. He had to admit, he did look pretty handsome in that outfit.
He quickly sprayed on a bit of cologne before walking out the door.
“Why did I do that?” he asked himself as he walked downstairs. He supposed that it was just a reflex because he was dressed so nicely. Still, it felt weird to be wearing cologne to go out to dinner with his dad. It was starting to feel like a real date.
He entered the foyer to find his dad standing there, holding a rose.
“Wow, Ollie,” he said, staring at him in awe. He held the rose out to him. “You look beautiful.”
Oliver took the rose in his hand, staring at his dad in confusion. “What’s with the rose?”
“I just thought you deserved to feel special,” said his dad.
Oliver noticed that his father had shaved, getting rid of his 5 o’clock shadow. He was also dressed in a dark blue suit, one of his work suits that OIlie noted he only brought out for special events. As much as Oliver tried not to think it, he looked so fucking handsome.
“You ready to go?” he asked as he held out his arm to his son.
Oliver took his arm, his heart fluttering as they walked out to the car.
“What is going on?” he thought as he brought the rose to his nose, breathing in the scent.
His dad opened the passenger door for him, holding out his hand to help Oliver into the car. Despite himself, Oliver took his father’s hand and allowed him to help him into the passenger seat. He might as well humor him if this was the only date his father was going to get out of him.
As they drove to the restaurant, his dad turned on the radio. It was playing an old song by the Carpenters, which Oliver’s dad recognized but he didn’t.
“Nothin' to do but frown… Rainy days and Mondays always get me down…” his father sang lightly.
Oliver watched him, a puzzled smile on his face. His father rarely sang along to the radio. Oliver remembered the car trips he took when he was younger, singing along with his parents to the radio. The thought gave him a familiar pang in his chest. It made him miss his mother.
Oliver was looking out the window when he felt his father put his hand on his leg. He tensed up for a moment, turning to look at his dad. His father was still staring straight ahead at the road, humming along to the radio.
Oliver was about to grab his hand and move it away, but something stopped him. Maybe it was the memory of the car trip, or maybe it was the look of contentment on his father’s face. Either way, his face began to soften as his dad slowly rubbed his leg with his thumb. Suddenly the gesture felt comforting, not threatening. Oliver looked back out the window, listening to his father hum as his hand rested gently on Oliver’s leg.
They got to the restaurant just before 7. It was in the upper east side of Manhattan, a place Oliver had never been to before.
“Wait here,” his father said as he got out of the car. He watched as his father handed the valet the keys, then walked around to the passenger side of the car. He opened the door and held out his hand for Oliver to take.
“Ready?” he asked.
Oliver took his father’s hand, stepping out of the car into the cold night air. He shivered. His father put his arm around his lower back, leading him towards the entrance to the restaurant.
As they walked into the foyer, Oliver looked around in wonder. This place had to be the nicest restaurant he’d ever set foot in. Large crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and the restaurant was awash in the glow of a large fireplace in the foyer. He could see people dressed to the nines dining at the tables. He felt slightly intimidated, wishing he had something quite so formal to wear.
Oliver clung to his father as the hostess led them to their table, a quiet booth towards the back of the restaurant. Oliver’s father pulled his chair out and helped him into it, then took his seat on the booth side across from Oliver.
Oliver’s face was flush from being treated like a precious object.
“I can get my own chair, dad,” he said.
“Thank you for agreeing to do this,” his father said. “I know that this seems crazy. And hell, it seems crazy to me too. But I just knew it’d be a shame if I didn’t at least try and shoot my shot.”
Oliver’s father was staring at him with such sincerity that Oliver had to look away. Why did his father bring up these emotions in him?
The waitress approached carrying two glasses of water. “Good evening, my name is Valeryia, I’ll be your server tonight. Can I get you started off with anything else to drink?”
Oliver was about to open his mouth to speak when his father said, “We’ll get a bottle of sparkling water for the table. And we’re actually ready to order, as well. I’ll have the ribeye, rare, and he will have the linguini with red clam sauce.”
He picked up both menus and handed them to the waitress. Oliver looked at him in shock.
“Of course,” the waitress said as she walked away.
Oliver glared at his father. “Dad, what the hell? You didn’t even give me a chance to look at the menu!”
“Trust me,” said his father. “You’ll like it, I promise.”
Oliver scoffed, annoyed. Yet for some weird reason, he found himself again getting hard underneath the table. He sipped his water, trying to distract himself.
His father asked him questions about his match the next day, which Oliver gladly answered. He was eager to talk about anything other than his dad wanting to bone him.
“Are any of your friends from the swim team going to WVU with you?” his father asked him after the waitress brought by a bottle of sparkling water and poured them each a glass. “I know it’s a popular school for swimmers.”
Oliver shook his head. “I don’t think so. I mean, I know a couple of guys who applied, but I think they’re going to Cumberland instead.”
His father nodded. “Where’s your friend Manny going?” he asked.
Oliver coughed on his sparkling water. “Um, I think he’s going to the University of Virginia,” he said.
“Oh, so he’ll only be one state away. That’ll be nice. Do you think you’ll go and see him at all?”
Oliver looked away. “I don’t know,” he said.
His father smiled at him. “Have you given any more thought to what I said on your birthday?” he asked.
“Wha- I’m here, aren’t I?” said Oliver.
“I don’t mean about us,” his father said. He lowered his voice, leaning in. “I mean about you. Exploring your sexuality, you know. Have you thought about it?”
Oliver blushed. “I… I mean, yeah, I’ve THOUGHT about it, but-”
“Have you tried anything?” his dad asked him bluntly.
Oliver looked down. He should just say no, he knew that. But even with everything his dad had put him through this week, he still found himself unable to lie to him.
“You know, your friend Manny is pretty cute,” his father said. “You sure you haven’t maybe thought once or twice about... giving him a helping hand?”
Oliver’s heart was in his stomach. He opened his mouth and slowly croaked out, “Yeah.”
His dad raised his eyebrow. “Yeah? You thought about it or you did it?”
Oliver couldn’t look at him. “I did it.”
His father smiled excitedly. “And? How was it?”
Oliver’s skin was crawling with discomfort. “I… it was fine-”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Oh, what do you want, dad? It was fucking great, okay?”
His dad’s eyes were shining. “What did you guys do? Did he fuck you?”
Oliver’s face was red. He wanted to hide away but instead found himself saying, “No, we didn’t go that far. I just blew him and he... he put his fingers inside me.”
“Fuck,” said his dad. “That must have felt so good.”
“It did,” Oliver said quietly. “I didn’t think it was going to but it felt like… like he hit this button inside of me. It made my whole body shake.”
Oliver’s father looked at him like he was going to devour him.
“That’s so hot,” he said, his hand moving subconsciously down to his crotch.
Oliver wrapped his arms around himself. They were far enough from the fireplace in the foyer that it was actually pretty cold. He shivered.
“Are you cold?” his dad asked.
“I’m fine, it’s just a little chilly in here.”
“Come sit next to me, baby.”
“I’m fine, dad, I-”
“Please, Ollie, there’s plenty of room in the booth. Come here.”
His father scooched down to the end of the booth. Oliver reluctantly got up from his seat and sat next to his father. Contrary to what his father had said, there was not an awful lot of room in the booth for the two of them.
“Here, lift your legs,” his father said. Oliver complied as his dad lifted his legs and swung them over his own, resting his arms on top of them.
“There, I’ll keep you nice and warm.”
“Dad-”
“What? I’ll keep my hands to myself, Scout’s honor.” He lifted three fingers in the air.
Oliver rolled his eyes. Why was he letting his father do all of this? First, he told him about what happened between him and Manny, and now he was practically sitting in his lap? He was on rocky territory and he knew it.
The one remaining hope he clung onto was the fact that his father had told him he wouldn’t do anything that Oliver didn’t want to. So long as Oliver remained vigilant, his dad wouldn’t try to pull a fast one on him.
“Oliver, I need to tell you something,” his father said seriously. “You asked me this morning why I couldn’t just keep my feelings about you to myself. Well, the truth is, I tried.”
Noah took a breath, his voice catching in his throat.
“After your mother died, I was a wreck. I know I seemed like I had everything together, but the truth is I felt just as lost as you did.”
Oliver looked at his father in shock. His dad was looking at him with a face of such sadness that Oliver wanted to hug him.
“I’d lost my wife, the love of my life. I didn’t see it coming, none of us did. And I never thought that I would ever be able to heal the wound in my heart left by her passing. But I knew I needed to protect you, to make sure you were okay.”
He rubbed his hands along Oliver’s legs. Oliver felt his body relax underneath his father’s touch.
His father laughed. “You know, I loved making you laugh as a kid. You were so quick to laugh, even at the dumbest things. You were so eager to smile, so carefree.” He reached out and touched Oliver’s cheek.
“I remember the first time I heard you laugh again after your mom died, it was like my heart had broken open. It was like I knew... you weren’t just my son, you were my soulmate. I wanted to spend the rest of my life making you laugh. Once I put the pieces together, once I knew.. I couldn’t keep that to myself.”
Oliver grabbed his father’s hand. But instead of pushing it away, he held it against his cheek. He looked into his father’s eyes.
This man, this strong warrior that he’d come to depend on for so much in his life, was a human being just like him. An imperfect human being who was just trying to do the best he could.
Oliver felt like he could really see his father for the first time, not as his father, but as a man. And the discomfort he’d felt, the revulsion in the back of his mind of associating his father with sexual desire, began to slip away.
They stared into each other’s eyes. Neither of them dared to move, to break the energy that was almost palpable between them. Oliver felt it so powerfully that it was almost unbearable, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to look away.
“Can I kiss you?” his father asked softly.
Before he knew what he was doing, Oliver nodded. His heart began to beat faster as his father leaned in, and his eyes closed as he felt his father’s lips brush against his own.
He hadn’t kissed his father on the lips since he was a little boy, but this was different. It wasn’t like kissing Ashley, either. This was similar to how he felt kissing Manny, only infused with such a deep sense of longing that Oliver felt like his heart was going to rip out of his chest.
He opened his mouth, allowing his father to slip his tongue in as they continued to kiss. His father’s freshly shaven face was smooth against his own, but his lips and tongue were rough as he kissed him deeply. Oliver felt completely weightless in his father’s arms, his body wide open as he gave into his father’s manly embrace.
“Here you go,” said the waitress, setting their plates down on the table.
Oliver practically jumped out of his father’s lap. The feeling of discomfort came racing back, covering him like a wet blanket.
Noah smiled at her. “Thank you,” he said, rubbing Oliver’s leg as the boy stared down at the table in embarrassment.
She smiled back at him. “You guys make a really cute couple,” she said to Oliver before walking away.
Oliver was absolutely mortified from being caught kissing by their waitress, but that didn’t seem to deter Noah. He dove into his steak, slicing off a small piece and putting it in his mouth.
“Mm, the food here is amazing,” he said as he cut off another piece. “You wanna try some of my steak?”
He held out a piece of steak on the end of his fork towards Oliver’s mouth. Oliver was still reeling from embarrassment, but he opened his mouth slowly, allowing his father to feed him.
His father put the steak in his mouth, then smiled at him. “How is it?” he asked.
Oliver chewed the steak. Fuck, it was delicious. He looked down at the meal his father had ordered for him. To be fair, the linguini with red clam sauce did look amazing. He was just taken aback by having his father order for him.
As he set into the plate of pasta, his discomfort began to wash away. He was surprised at the feeling in his body having just kissed his father. Rather than be disgusted, like he thought he was going to be, he felt a warm glow throughout his body.
They finished their meal, still sharing the booth side of the table. Oliver listened as his father talked about work, which normally would have bored Oliver to tears. Now, however, he listened to him with interest.
Oliver listened and watched his dad like it was through new eyes. He began to notice the way his hands moved, the lining of his jaw, the way his voice would get all low when he discussed something sensitive. He found himself captivated by his father’s very presence. It was as if this man was radiating warmth in every pore of his body.
By the time his father paid the check, Oliver found himself almost disappointed that the dinner was over.
To Oliver’s surprise, his father took his hand to help him up and then continued to hold it as they walked back towards the entrance. He was even more surprised by the fact that he himself allowed it.
They walked out into the cold night air holding hands. Oliver’s father handed their claim ticket to the valet, who left to get their car. As they stood there waiting, his father pulled him in close and wrapped his arms around him.
“I had such a wonderful time with you, Ollie,” he said, staring into his son’s eyes.
Oliver took a deep breath. “Yeah,” he said shakily.
His father leaned down to kiss him. Oliver closed his eyes and braced himself for the kiss only to find his father kissed him on the cheek.
He opened his eyes to see his dad taking the keys from the valet. Noah held the passenger door open for Oliver, beckoning him in.
Oliver got in the car, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. Had he wanted his father to kiss him again? And why had he kissed him in the restaurant in the first place? That was NOT a part of the plan.
As his father got in beside him and pulled the car out onto the road, Oliver began to wonder if anything would ever be the same.
As soon as they got home, Oliver headed straight for his room.
“Not so fast,” said Noah.
Oliver turned around, looking at his dad uneasily.
“Come on, let’s watch a movie or something,” said Noah.
“But, I-” Oliver began to protest but his father cut him off.
“The date’s not over yet,” he said, grinning.
Part of Oliver had wanted to go upstairs, take a shower, and crawl into bed, but another part of him was secretly glad his dad had stopped him. Reluctant as he was to admit it, he wasn’t quite ready for the date to end either.
They changed out of their clothes from the restaurant and into shorts and a t-shirt and sat on the couch watching some dumb horror film on Netflix that was so bad it was good.
As Oliver sat on the couch just a foot away from his father, he could barely pay attention to the film his mind was racing so quickly.
What had happened at that dinner? He’d gone in expecting to get it over with, to shut his father down and put this behind him once and for all. Instead, he’d sat on his father’s lap, kissed him, and gotten caught by a stranger doing it!
He looked over at his dad, who seemed to be engrossed in the film. Was this a part of his plan? Tease him by kissing him and then make him want more? Oliver wouldn’t put it past him. Who knew what this new, sexy, romantic version of his dad was capable of?
Well, Oliver would show him. All he had to do was last the rest of the night. Then this nightmare would be over and they could go back to being a normal father and son.
Noah sat watching the film, trying his best not to ogle his son sitting next to him. Oliver had opted for a pair of short jogging shorts, which, while they may have been comfortable, were giving Noah some serious wood. He was trying his best to be a gentleman with his son, but he’d honestly felt on the edge of jumping his bones all night.
As the movie wore on, Oliver found himself getting tired. His eyelids began to droop as he leaned back against the couch. His arm was now touching his father’s, his head only inches away from his dad’s shoulder.
Noah put his feet up against the coffee table, casually resting his arm around the back of the couch behind Oliver. This caused Oliver to lean in closer to his dad, his head now resting against his chest.
Oliver and his dad had cuddled on the couch before, many times in fact since his mother had died. There was nothing strange about it, except for the fact that Oliver was specifically trying to avoid anything that would give his father the signal that he was into him. Why then was he cuddling his father? And why was he starting to get hard?
Noah leaned down and kissed the top of Oliver’s head, breathing in slowly.
Oliver put his hand on his father’s leg. He wanted to push his father away, get off the couch, go to his room, and shut the door behind him.
He didn’t.
As if his body was moving separately from his brain, he ran his hand down his father’s leg closer towards his crotch. He heard his father take a deep breath in. Before he knew what he was doing, his hand was resting on his father’s dick through his shorts.
Noah remained silent, still watching the film. But his body was completely tense as he felt his son’s hand on his cock.
Oliver kept it there for a minute, just feeling as it began to grow hard underneath him. As his father became even more erect, Oliver slowly began to rub his hardness back and forth. His father bit his lip, stifling a moan.
Oliver’s brain was screaming at him. “What the fuck are you doing?” he thought. “You’re stroking your dad’s cock! This is insane!”
But no matter how much his brain protested, Oliver could not stop touching his father’s penis if he’d tried. After a few minutes of rubbing, Oliver became even bolder and reached for his dad’s zipper, pulling it down to open his fly. His dad let out a moan as Oliver reached in and pulled his dad’s cock out of his shorts.
No longer even pretending to watch the movie, Oliver turned to look at his dad’s cock. It was quickly growing, thick and girthy and warm in his hand. He stared at it as he began jerking his father’s dick up and down.
Noah continued to remain still, not wanting to scare Oliver off by saying anything or making any sudden moves. His heart was racing with anticipation. Oliver’s hands felt so amazing on his cock that he felt he could cum right then and there.
Oliver continued to stare curiously at his father’s cock as it grew in his hand. It just kept growing and growing, and just when Oliver thought that it was fully hard, it grew just a little bit more. The thing had to be at least 9”, but its girth was where it really shined. The thing was a fucking snake.
Finally, his curiosity got the better of him. He needed to put it in his mouth.
Oliver leaned down and took the head of his father’s cock in his wet mouth, eliciting a groan from his father as he threw his head back in pleasure. Oliver could taste his father’s precum leaking out of him, warm and bittersweet in his mouth. He rolled his tongue around the head of his father’s penis, exploring the way it tasted and liking what he was finding.
Finally, Noah couldn’t hold back any longer. He put his hand on his son’s head, running his fingers through his son’s wavy blonde hair as he fellated him. “My sweet boy,” he said softly.
Oliver went further down, encouraged by his father’s words. He tried to take more and more of his dad’s cock into his mouth, wanting to make his father feel good.
“Ohh… such a good, good boy,” his father said, his head rolling back as he enjoyed the feeling of his son’s warm mouth on his cock.
Noah had dreamt about this feeling for so long, but the reality was better than he ever could have imagined. He knew he had been taking a risk by telling his son that he was in love with him, but he also knew his son. He had been sure that Oliver felt the same way, even if he didn’t know it.
And now he was reaping the rewards of his determination.
Noah lifted Oliver’s head to look up at him. Oliver’s lips were red and puffy, his eyes watering from sucking his dad’s cock. Noah leaned down and kissed his son on the lips, reaching up with his hand to grab the back of his son’s head. Oliver responded in kind, parting his lips to allow his dad’s tongue to enter.
The two men kissed deeply, the movie now completely and totally forgotten. Oliver’s father pulled him in close, his hands grabbing his young son and pulling him up onto his lap.
Oliver swung his leg over to sit on top of his dad, still kissing him as he began to move his hips around. He could feel his dad’s cock growing harder underneath him, and the sensation made him feel strangely powerful. It gave him a weird kind of thrill to know he could turn his father on this way.
His dad reached his hands underneath the waistband of Oliver’s shorts, slipping underneath his underwear and grabbing his butt. Oliver began to moan as his father kneaded his ass cheeks. He continued to grind his butt into his father’s cock, which was now straining against the fabric of his shorts.
Oliver’s dad stood him up off the couch, pulling his shorts and underwear down in one fell swoop. He then pulled his own cock out of his shorts before pulling Oliver back down on top of him. Oliver could feel his father’s bare cock rubbing up against the back of his ass, fully erect as they continued to make out. Oliver moaned into his dad’s mouth when his dad took his cock in his hands and began to stroke it.
They continued to rub up against each other, dry humping as Oliver’s father stroked Oliver’s cock. All the incestuous guilt and fear was gone as Oliver fixated on the pleasure he felt underneath his father’s touch. They were both totally lost in the heat of passion.
He reached back and grabbed his dad’s cock, rubbing it against his butt crack with his hand while he gyrated his hips. He honestly didn’t have any idea what he was doing, he just knew he wanted to feel his father’s cock against his ass.
“Fuck, Ollie, you feel so nice,” said his dad as he rubbed his leaking cock up against his son. He continued to jack off Oliver’s cock, enjoying the feeling of his son’s manhood in his hand.
Oliver began to whimper as he grew closer to climax. No one had ever made Oliver cum before. He held his father tight and kissed him deeply as he began to cum. His load shot in between them, covering their t-shirts with cum.
Oliver clung to him with all of his remaining strength as his orgasm overwhelmed him. As hot as it had been with Manny, it was nothing compared to cumming from his father’s touch. Oliver never wanted it to end.
His father kissed him deeply as he rubbed his own cock up against Oliver’s ass. He grunted into Oliver’s mouth as he began to cum all over Oliver’s lower back, holding the boy tightly as he did.
As Oliver started to come back to consciousness after his orgasm, his discomfort began to come back as well. He started to feel dirty as spray after spray of his father’s cum coated his lower back, running down over his butt cheeks. Every muscle in his body began to tense up as his father held him tightly, breathing heavily as he came down from his orgasm.
“Wow, Ollie,” his dad said, his head resting against Oliver’s shoulder. “That was amazing.”
Oliver couldn’t bring himself to speak. He was frozen like a deer in his father’s arms, overcome with shame and remorse.
His father kissed him on the neck, then stood up, still holding Oliver in his arms.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby boy,” he said, as he carried Oliver upstairs towards his bedroom.
He carried Oliver the way he used to when he was little, holding the back of his legs in his arms while Oliver’s arms were wrapped around his neck.
Oliver could remember many a night in which he was carried from the couch to his bed after having fallen asleep in front of the TV. It had always felt supremely comforting.
But tonight he found himself feeling anything but comforted. What had he just done? He closed his eyes, trying to block out the overwhelming guilt that was now descending on him.
What had just happened could not be undone.
His father entered his bedroom, setting Oliver down on his bed as he walked over to the bathroom to turn on the shower. Oliver looked around his father’s bedroom, trying to stop the tears from welling up. What had he gotten himself into?
Oliver heard the sound of the shower running. His father stepped out of the bathroom, then walked over to him and kneeled down in front of him. He reached his hand up to Oliver and gently brushed his hair back. Oliver cringed.
“What’s wrong?” his dad asked, looking genuinely concerned. Oliver couldn’t look at him.
“Hey, it’s okay,” he said, lifting Oliver’s chin with his finger. He looked Oliver in the eyes.
“It’s wrong,” Oliver said quietly. “This is all wrong.”
“It’s not wrong, Ollie,” said Noah. He ran his fingers through Oliver’s hair.
“But what about everyone else? What are we going to do when they find out that I…”
“It doesn’t matter what other people think,” said Noah. “I love you and I’m not ashamed to say it.”
He kissed Oliver on the cheek. Oliver looked away, biting his lip.
His dad stood up. “Come on, let’s get in the shower,” he said, stripping off his shirt.
Oliver looked up as his father dropped his shorts, his flaccid dick flopping out. Oliver felt a pit in his stomach as he was overwhelmed by an intense desire to drop to his knees and take his father into his mouth again.
Noah turned around and walked over to the bathroom. He opened the shower door, testing the water with his fingers. He turned and caught his reflection in the mirror. He looked at himself, sighing.
Had he done too much too soon? He was trying to take his time with Oliver, to let his boy set the pace. He loved his son. If this was going to happen, he wanted it to be because they both wanted it to. But now he was worried that he’d pushed Oliver away by coming on too strong.
He walked out of the bathroom to tell Oliver the shower was ready when he noticed that the bed was empty. He looked around, but Oliver was nowhere in sight. All of a sudden he heard a door slam from outside the room.
“Ollie?” he called out, looking around the room. “Where’d you go?”
He walked out into the hallway. The upper floor of the house was dark, except for a light coming from underneath the door to Oliver’s room. He walked over to the door and tried the handle. It was locked.
“Oliver?” he said, knocking on the door. “Are you alright? What’s going on?”
He put his ear to the door but didn’t hear anything. Now he was seriously worried. He was about to knock again when suddenly the door opened.
Oliver pushed past him, headed down the stairs towards the main door. He’d changed into a pair of jeans and was now grabbing a jacket from the closet in the hallway.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Noah asked angrily.
“I’m meeting Uncle Tony,” Oliver said, pulling on his jacket. He walked over to the door and opened it.
“Like hell you are,” Noah said, grabbing the door and stopping Oliver from opening it. He was still naked. The cold air coming through the door stung his skin.
Oliver stared at him defiantly.
“Yeah? What are you gonna do? I’m 18, dad. I don’t need your permission.”
Noah was steaming. “You damn well do need my permission as long as you’re living under my roof,” he said.
Oliver scoffed. “Really? You’re pulling the dad card now? You know, that would have worked a lot better if you weren’t trying to fuck me.”
Noah looked like he’d just been slapped.
Oliver yanked open the door, pushing past Noah and walking out through the yard towards the street.
Noah stared after him, fuming but also terrified. A car pulled up, a pink Lyft sign blinking on the dashboard. Noah watched as Oliver got in the backseat, then stared after him as the car drove away.
Noah slammed the door behind him. How dare his son defy him in such a way! This was not the Ollie he knew. Still, Noah was overcome with guilt over the knowledge that his own actions had led to this uncharacteristic act of rebellion. His anger was tempered with his shame in knowing that his own selfishness had caused this.
Noah walked back up the stairs, hearing the sound of the shower still running from his bathroom. He reached in and shut it off, then sat on the bed. He put his head in his hands and started to cry.
He had thought that he could have it all. Now he wondered if he hadn’t flown too close to the sun and ruined the most important thing in his life in the process.
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“I don’t know, man, the band’s not really looking for anybody right now.”
“No, for sure, for sure,” said Tony, practically yelling so he could be heard over the noise. “But what if I just came on part-time? You know, I could carry the gear, help with the loading and unloading.”
Tony sat with the manager at a table in the back of the club, drinking gin and tonics as the band played in the background.
The manager shook his head. “Sorry Tony, it’s just not good timing.”
Tony took a sip of his drink, trying to hide his disappointment.
“But you said they were looking for somebody,” he said.
“I know what I said, it’s just, it’s not a good time,” said the man. He shrugged. “Hey, but drink up, all right? Tonight’s on me.”
Tony chugged the rest of his drink as the manager signaled to the bartender for another.
“I’m telling you, man, it’s impossible to find work here,” said Tony. “No one wants to hire someone straight outta jail.”
The manager stared at him uncomfortably.
“What, is that why they’re no longer interested?” Tony asked.
“Nah, nah, I mean… they just don’t know you, you know? They hear a guy straight out of prison and they think it’s more trouble than it’s worth.”
“Then let me meet them!” said Tony. “I’ll show them I’m a good guy.”
“It’s not gonna work Tony, I’m sorry,” he said, standing up and clapping Tony on the shoulder. “But I’ll let you know if I hear anything else, all right?”
Tony sat there glumly as the manager walked over to the bar and grabbed their drinks. He walked back over and handed one to Tony.
“Hang in there man, and have fun tonight, all right?” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial, handing it discreetly to Tony.
“You deserve it after a year in the can.”
Tony pocketed the vial, then took his drink and began sipping it.
What a waste. Tony had been banking on this job, if only for a way to get his asshole brother-in-law off his back for a while. Now he was back to square one.
He was sitting there feeling sorry for himself when his phone buzzed. He picked it up to see a text from his nephew. Fuck, the little guy was already here! He got up from the table and started searching the crowd for Oliver.
Tony spotted him standing near the wall, looking about as uncomfortable and out of place as you would expect a little blonde twink to look at a dive bar in the Bronx. Tony pushed his way through the crowd towards Oliver.
Oliver’s face lit up in relief when he saw Tony. He threw his arms around Tony and hugged him close, causing Tony to laugh.
“Whoa, take it easy, guy,” Tony said. “I was surprised to hear from you. I didn’t think your dad would be cool with you coming down here tonight.”
Oliver rolled his eyes. “He doesn’t get to decide what I do and don’t do.”
Tony smirked. “Fuck yeah, he doesn’t. You want a drink?”
Oliver opened his mouth to protest when Tony shoved his drink in his hand. “Here, take mine,” he said. “I’m gonna go get another.”
Oliver held onto the drink as Tony pushed his way through the crowd towards the bar. He put the straw in his mouth and sipped it nervously. He grimaced at the bitter taste of the gin and tonic.
He wanted to set the drink down somewhere and get rid of it, but he didn’t want his uncle to think he was ungrateful. Plus, drinking it made him feel rebellious, and he was looking for any way he could to distance himself from his father.
He didn’t know what had compelled him to run away like that. All he knew was that as he sat there on the bed, wrestling with the desire to join his naked father in the shower, he couldn’t help but think of his mother. The idea of her knowing what had happened between the two of them made him sick to his stomach. What would she think of him?
Tony rejoined him holding two drinks. “So, how’s school?” he asked, sipping out of both of them.
Oliver took another sip of his drink, trying to cover his distaste for the alcohol. “It’s fine,” he said nonchalantly.
He felt his phone buzz in his pocket. It was a text from his father. He ignored it.
“Can I ask you something?” he said nervously.
Tony nodded. “Yeah, of course! You can always come to me.”
“Do you ever feel like… I don’t know, like your parents want you to be something you’re not?”
Tony laughed. “Of course! My parents are fucking assholes. Stuck up basic rich people who wouldn’t know the real world if it fucked them in the ass. I’ve always disappointed them and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Oliver smiled. “But how do you do it? I mean, how do you just… get them off your back?”
“All you gotta do is stop giving a shit what other people think and ask yourself, ‘what do I wanna do?’” Tony said. He put both of the straws from the drinks in his mouth, slurping loudly.
Oliver nodded. “But I don’t know that I do know what I want. I mean, since mom died I just feel like I’ve been pushing all of my-”
“Hey, you wanna do something fun?” Tony asked, shouting to be heard over the music. “Come on, finish your drink and come with me!”
Oliver frowned. He plugged his nose, chugged down the rest of the gin and tonic, then took his uncle’s hand as he led him toward the back of the club.
They entered the back hallway towards the restrooms, passing a guy who was coming out of the men’s room. Tony looked around, making sure the coast was clear before pulling out the vial.
“What is that?” asked Oliver as Tony unscrewed the cap.
“It’s just a little blow. You want some?” Tony pulled the cap of the vial off. It had a small spoon attached, which he used to scoop up some of the white powder inside. He put his finger over one of his nostrils and snorted it.
Oliver stared at him in fear. He’d never seen someone do hard drugs before. Sure, he’d smoked a joint at a party before with Manny and Ashley and maybe had a couple of sips of alcohol, but this was the real deal.
Tony scooped a little more powder on the spoon and held it out to him.
“You just gotta cover your nose, like this,” he said, demonstrating.
Oliver’s heart was beating rapidly. He had wanted to push back against his dad, to show him that he wasn’t going to just go along with his whole incest fantasy just because he wanted him to.
But much as he wanted to rebel, this was a step too far. He was out of his depth and he knew it.
“I… I gotta go, Uncle Tony,” he said, turning and walking quickly back toward the main room of the bar.
Tony put the vial away and followed after him.
“Hey, what’s the rush?” he asked, grabbing Oliver’s arm.
Oliver looked back at him in fear. “Nothing, I just… I have my swim meet in the morning, and I-”
“Oh, who cares? Take it from me, Oliver, this high school shit… you’re not gonna care about it in five years.”
“I should get home, my dad is gonna worry-”
“You’re young, you should be having fun! Not worrying about what daddy’s gonna say. Fuck your dad, he’s an asshole.”
Oliver glared at him. “I’m going, Uncle Tony. I’ll see you at the swim meet tomorrow.”
He pushed through the crowd towards the exit, opening the door and stepping out onto the street. He shivered in the cold February air. He was grateful to be out of the crowded bar, but his skin was bristling with fear at being on his own in an unfamiliar area. He pulled out his phone, opening the Lyft app to call a ride home.
Oliver got home shortly after midnight, exhausted and on the verge of tears. The lights were all off as he walked inside and headed straight for his bedroom. He pulled open his comforter and laid underneath the covers of his bed, holding his pillow and crying quietly to himself.
What was he doing? Every decision he made felt like the wrong one. First hooking up with Manny, then his dad, then going to some sketchy dive bar in the middle of the Bronx to do drugs with his uncle? He had been 18 a week and still felt like a stupid kid.
Oliver wanted more than anything to go over to his father’s bedroom, climb underneath the covers, and have his father hold him. He wanted it to be the way it was between them after his mother died, when his father would hold him and stroke his hair and tell him that everything was going to be alright.
Noah put his ear against the bedroom door, listening to the sounds of his son softly crying himself to sleep. He closed his eyes, the tears falling down as he felt his heart begin to break.
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Oliver awoke feeling hungover. It wasn’t just the gin and tonic that made him feel this way; he felt emotionally hungover as well. He rolled out of bed, still in his clothes from the night before. He changed his clothes, threw his swim gear into a bag, and headed downstairs.
His father sat at the table in the kitchen holding a cup of coffee. He stood up as Oliver walked down the stairs.
“Ollie, we need to talk,” he said.
Oliver continued walking towards the door.
“I gotta go, Ashley’s waiting for me,” Oliver said, opening the door.
“Oliver-”
His father stared helplessly after him as he shut the door behind him.
The ride to the school with Ashley took place mostly in silence, which Oliver was grateful for. He usually had jitters before a swim meet, so he knew she would just attribute his silence to nervousness.
“I’ll be rooting for you,” she said. She held his hand and squeezed it. “You’re going to be amazing, booboo bear.”
After she dropped him off, Oliver walked into the locker room to join his teammates and get changed. He slipped into his speedo, enjoying the feeling of the lycra against his skin. It felt almost like a second skin to him. He couldn’t wait to slip into the water.
The coach gave them a pep talk, which Oliver tried his best to be present during. He would be swimming in the 100 breaststroke and the 200 freestyle events, which were the first and third events of the day. He was in the third heat for both of them, which meant he would be going roughly in the middle.
Oliver had swam in plenty of meets before, but he’d never been as distracted as he was today. He walked out with his teammates before the first heat, chatting with a few of the guys from the other schools who were competing. He looked out in the stands to see Ashley waving at him. He looked around, but didn’t see his father or his uncle in the stands.
“Probably just as well,” he thought.
Oliver watched the first two heats, his heart pounding in his chest. He tried cheering his teammates on, but he felt like he could barely pay attention. His lack of sleep combined with the jitters and emotional turmoil he was going through were making him feel like he was going to collapse.
By the time his heat came around, he was practically hyperventilating. He got behind his block, stretching his arms and legs as the minutes counted down to showtime. He adjusted his swim cap, lifting his goggles to rub his eyes. He looked out over at the crowd, trying to find Ashley for another wave for good luck.
He saw her tiny frame waving at him from among the stands next to his father. Noah was smiling apologetically at him, holding a homemade sign that said “Team Ollie!”
The referee let out several short whistle blows. Oliver frantically stepped up onto the diving block, his heart racing as he tried to center his mind.
“Take your mark!” said the referee.
Oliver took his position, waiting for the horn to blow. He closed his eyes, trying his hardest to focus but unable to push his father out of his mind.
The horn blew. Oliver dove in.
He could tell the second he hit the water that he would lose. He entered the water all wrong, and although he pushed through the water as hard as he could, he knew it was too late.
His heat ended within a matter of minutes. He didn’t come in last, thankfully, but he wasn’t even in the top three. He waited for the last of the swimmers to finish their laps, then lifted himself out of the pool. His coach went to give him a towel but he waved him off, walking past him towards the locker room.
He found a quiet place to be alone on a bench near the showers. He put his head in his hands, trying to calm himself. The water was his home; he never felt more comfortable than he did when he was in the pool. So why did he feel so out of place?
“Ollie…”
Oliver looked up to see his dad standing in the doorway. He took off his goggles, wiping his nose.
“What are you doing in here?”
Noah walked over and sat down on the bench next to him.
“I wanted to apologize to you. For last night,” he said.
“Dad, I can’t do this right now,” said Oliver. “I need to focus.”
“I know,” said Noah, his voice growing thick. “And it’s my fault that you can’t. I’ve fucked everything up. I should have known this would happen, I just… I just thought that you felt the same way I did. I was so sure.”
He stared at his son, tears in his eyes.
“I never meant to hurt you. All I wanted was to be close to you, to love you. Being your dad… it’s the greatest joy of my life. And being with you as a lover… well, that would be amazing, too.”
He smiled sadly at Oliver.
“But I don’t want to do anything that’s gonna make you feel uncomfortable or unsafe. I want you to always feel safe with me, no matter what. So I’ll stop. I won’t ever mention my feelings for you again. We can go back to the way things were, I promise. You’ll never lose me as a dad.”
Oliver looked into his eyes. He felt so confused. Part of him felt like that was all he wanted, was to go back to the way things were.
But another part of him wanted more, the part deep down inside him that he’d been trying to bury since before his birthday dinner the week before. He couldn’t deny any longer that his attraction to his father wasn’t new — it had been simmering for years. It was only just now being brought to the surface, and he felt terrified and powerless to stop it.
His dad reached out and touched his cheek. “I’ll be out in the stands cheering you on. I love you, son.”
He walked away, leaving Oliver sitting alone on the bench.
Oliver stared after him. His father was giving him exactly what he wanted. So why did he feel the most overwhelming sense of loss?
Oliver walked out to the pool, catching the tail end of the second event. His teammates were doing just as poorly as he had, and the whole team was in low spirits. After the second event ended, the coach gathered everyone together for another pep talk.
“No matter what, we don’t look back,” said the coach. “We take it one step at a time. Forget about the past — the only thing that matters is what’s right in front of you. So get out there and take what you deserve!”
When the third event started, Oliver took his place behind the diving block. He watched the first heat, trying to visualize his strokes and center his mind and body. As much as he was trying to remain focused, he couldn’t help but look over in the stands towards his father and Ashley.
His uncle was still nowhere to be seen, but Ashley gave him a big thumbs up, smiling and waving at him. His dad picked up the “Team Ollie!” sign and waved it back and forth, dancing with Ashley in the stands.
Oliver smiled. He was reminded of his sophomore year when he’d first tried out for swimming. His mom and dad had come to each of his swim meets, cheering him on from the stands and making him want to die from embarrassment. He hadn’t realized until now just how much he missed seeing his mom there.
As he watched his dad cheering and waving, the most curious sense of calm washed over him. All of the anger and confusion he’d felt towards his father began to drift away. In its place was left nothing but love, but not the same kind of father-son love that had always been there. It was a new kind of love, a wild, passionate thing that he knew he could not control but could also not deny.
He put his goggles on and focused on the water in front of him. He heard the whistle blows from the referee. He got on the diving block and took his position, waiting for the horn.
Oliver dove into the water the second the horn blew. He could feel the adrenaline flooding through his veins as he cut through the water of the pool. He’d never felt so at one with the water, his limbs slicing through it as he jettisoned towards the edge of the pool. He reached the wall and bounced off, shooting back towards the start at his next lap.
His entire body felt warm as he swam, his energy not waning even in the slightest. As he entered his last lap, a smile spread across his face. He was going to win.
He reached the wall and shot above the water, gasping for air. He ripped off his goggles, looking around in the stands for his dad and Ashley. They were screaming and jumping up and down, holding onto each other. He raised his fists in the air, grinning wildly.
After all the swimmers finished their laps, he jumped out of the pool and was instantly embraced by his coach.
“That was a fucking record, Oliver! You killed it out there!”
He wrapped Oliver in a towel as his teammates swarmed over to him to congratulate him. Oliver grinned as they patted him on the back, showering him in commendation. He shook them off after a few minutes as he headed back to the locker room for a shower.
He threw the towel down on the bench, reaching over to the shower handle to turn it on. He was grinning wildly, his heart still pumping. He had never felt so powerful.
“Ollie, that was fucking amazing!”
He turned around to see his dad standing in the doorway beaming, still clutching the “Team Ollie” sign.
“Son, I am so proud of you. You were incredible out there.”
Oliver stared at his father. His heart was pounding, his body still tingling from the high of the race. He reached over to the shower handle and turned it off. He walked over to his dad, threw his arms around his neck, and kissed him deeply.
Noah’s eyes widened in shock before returning the kiss. He wrapped his arms around his son, putting his hands on his son’s bare waist. Oliver was still clad only in his speedo, while Noah was fully clothed.
Oliver broke the kiss, staring up at his father hungrily.
“Oliver, are you sure-”
“Come with me,” said Oliver.
He grabbed his father’s hand and pulled his dad behind him. They exited the locker room into the back hallway of the school.
“Where are we going?” Noah asked as Oliver pulled him down the hallway.
They rounded the corner, entering a hallway with several classrooms. Since it was a Saturday, the place was relatively empty. Oliver tried the handle of a door and found it unlocked. He opened the door and pulled his father inside.
Noah followed him in, staring at Oliver in bewilderment as Oliver flicked on the lights. It was one of the science labs, full of a bunch of tall lab tables. Oliver grabbed his father and kissed him again, shoving his tongue into his mouth.
Noah kissed his son back, surprised by this sudden blaze of passion. After a moment, he broke the kiss, putting his hands against Oliver’s shoulders and pushing him away.
“Ollie, I don’t know if this is a good idea.”
“Dad,” said Oliver, breathing heavily and staring at him with hungry eyes. “I want you to fuck me. Right now.”
Noah’s eyes widened. “Son, I-”
Oliver turned and leaned up against one of the lab tables, sticking his speedo-clad butt out at his father.
“It’s now or never, daddy,” he said, biting his lip. “Do you wanna fuck my ass or not?”
Noah stared at his son’s ass, his eyes wild with lust. He ripped his shirt off as he walked over to Oliver, leaning up behind him and whispering in his ear.
“That’s MY ass, boy,” he said, licking Oliver’s ear.
Oliver moaned as his dad grabbed his speedo and yanked it down to his ankles, exposing Oliver’s bare ass. Noah got on his knees and shoved his face in between Oliver’s cheeks, making Oliver’s eyes roll into the back of his head as he began to eat him out.
Oliver laid his chest against the table, his fingernails scratching the surface as he felt his father’s strong hands squeezing his ass cheeks.
Noah could taste the chlorine on his son’s skin as he hungrily ate his ass. He was on fire with lust. Not only was he finally getting to fuck his boy, but his boy was absolutely desperate for it. Oliver’s whimpering was music to Noah’s ears as he worked his tongue in and out of his son’s tight butthole.
Oliver had thought that Manny’s ass eating skills were good, but his father put Manny to shame. It was like he was an expert, darting his tongue in and out and wiggling all around as he rubbed Oliver’s anal walls. Oliver could feel his asshole throbbing as his father devoured his hole.
After a minute of tonguing Oliver’s ass, Noah stood up and pulled Oliver off the table, pressing Oliver’s back into his chest. He started kissing Oliver’s neck as his fingers began traveling towards Oliver’s hole, lightly rubbing up against his rosebud and eliciting a squeal from his son.
“I want it, dad. I can take it,” he said desperately.
Noah leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Baby, you’re gonna get it, trust me. But I’ve fucked enough asses back in my day to know that gotta open you up first if you don’t want it to hurt like hell.”
Oliver shivered. He was terrified of the pain, but he wanted his father so desperately that he felt he could have endured anything not to go a second longer without having his dad inside him. He grabbed his dad’s hand, pulling it up to his lips as he stuck one of his father’s fingers inside his mouth. He rolled his tongue around it, licking and sucking it.
His father smiled, letting his son suck on his finger until it got nice and wet. He then reached down and slipped a finger inside his son, making Oliver cry out. Noah slowly pushed his finger in and out, testing the tightness of his son’s hole as he stretched him open.
Oliver’s hand traveled down to his cock as he began to stroke himself while his father continued playing with his hole.
Oliver moaned as his dad slipped in a second finger alongside the first, stretching Oliver’s asshole even wider. Oliver was in heaven, his hole throbbing with his desperate need to be filled. He pushed back against his dad’s finger, fucking himself deeper.
His dad chuckled. He pulled Oliver’s face to his and kissed him deeply, then gave him a sharp spank.
“Get on your elbows and spread your legs apart,” he said.
Oliver complied, pulling his speedo off from around his ankles and tossing it on the lab table. He leaned forward on the table as he spread his legs, showing off his hole to his father.
Noah spit on his cock, using his hand to spread it around and lube himself up.
Oliver closed his eyes and braced himself. He was almost shaking with anticipation.
He felt the head of his father’s cock pressing up against the outside of his asshole, rubbing around as it looked for a way in. His father teased it lightly in and out, delicately prying open Oliver’s sphincter.
Oliver whimpered as he felt the head pop in. He could feel an enormous pressure in his asshole, like his body was screaming to reject the invasion into his rectum.
But he didn’t care. He wanted more. He pushed back against his father, letting more of his dad’s cock slide into his hole as the feeling of being invaded continued.
Suddenly it hit him. Holy fuck! He wasn’t just losing his virginity in some classroom to another man — he was losing it to his own father! This was not what he had anticipated his first time would be like during all those nights of jacking off alone in his room.
But right now, in this moment, all he wanted was to feel his father even deeper inside him. He gripped the table tightly as his father penetrated deeper and deeper until he was all the way in.
Noah laid his head on Oliver’s shoulder, breathing heavily in his ear. “How do you feel, Ollie?”
Oliver turned his head back to look into his father’s eyes. He lifted his hand to his dad’s cheek. “Fuck me, daddy,” he said before flexing his asshole around his father’s cock.
Noah didn’t need any more urging. His eyes rolled in the back of his head as he started to pump back and forth into his son’s asshole. He shoved his tongue in Oliver’s mouth, making out with him as he fucked his son’s tight ass for the very first time.
Oliver’s ass gripped Noah’s cock like a vice. All those nights Noah spent fantasizing about spreading his son’s cheeks apart and slipping his cock inside him were finally being materialized, and it was better than he could have ever imagined.
Noah pumped in and out of his son’s asshole, in ecstasy at the feeling of his cock sliding through his son’s anus. He gripped Oliver’s round ass and held on tightly as he pounded him harder and harder.
Oliver was being rocketed to a new plane of existence by the feeling of having his father inside him. He’d never even considered that his asshole could be a sexual organ, but now it was giving him so much pleasure that he thought he was going to pass out. The way his channel just opened up to receive his father’s dick, it felt like it was almost meant for his ass. Oliver continued to flex his asshole around his father’s cock, making his dad groan.
Noah spanked him. “Fuck boy, this ass is so fucking tight,” he said.
The sound of his hips smacking against Oliver’s ass pervaded the classroom as the two men grunted and groaned through their sweaty fuck.
Oliver turned back to look at his father as he continued to pound him. “It feels so good, daddy,” he whimpered.
Noah leaned down and kissed him, still thrusting his cock in and out of his hole. They fucked like that for a minute, their tongues intertwined as they enjoyed the union of their bodies.
After a moment, Noah gave his son another quick spank on the ass and pulled out of him.
“Come here,” he said. He climbed on the lab table and laid down, his erect penis standing up straight in the air. “Ride it, boy,” he said, putting his hands behind his head as he laid back.
Oliver climbed up onto the table and crouched over his father, grabbing his cock and positioning it against his hole. He let out a high pitched moan as it began to slide back inside him. He was surprised at how easy it was to take his father back into him now that they had been fucking for a little while. He slid further down onto his father’s dick, penetrating himself like his dad was a human dildo.
Noah watched his son take his cock all by himself and felt an overwhelming sense of pride accompanying his raging lust. It took every ounce of his willpower not to grab his son’s hips and slam into him.
He was so turned on by his son. Every minute spent inside him was like heaven. It was the perfect confirmation that he had been right all along — he and his son were made for each other.
“Ride it,” he said when Oliver had finally bottomed out on his cock.
Oliver began to bounce slowly up and down, reaching behind him to feel his dad’s cock sliding in and out of him. He could feel how stretched his asshole was, and the feeling excited him. He had never been this turned on before, feeling like a total slut riding his dad’s cock in some random science lab at school.
But he couldn’t help it. When he saw his dad in that locker room, he knew he couldn’t have waited a minute longer to feel his father inside him. He started to moan loudly as he fucked himself on his father’s cock. He rested his hands on his father’s broad chest, running his fingers through his dad’s chest hair as he bounced up and down.
Noah was running his hands along his son’s smooth legs, reaching back and squeezing his ass as he violated it with his cock. He pumped his hips up to meet Oliver’s bounces, trying to reach as far inside his son as he possibly could.
Oliver’s moans were getting louder and louder until they turned into almost full-fledged screams.
“YES! Yes, FUCK ME daddy, GOD your cock feels so FUCKING gooooood…” he yelled.
Oliver hardly knew what had come over him. He hadn’t called his father daddy since he was a little boy. But something about being fucked by his dad was bringing out this inner feral nature that only cared about his desire.
Noah grabbed Oliver’s speedo off the table and shoved it in his mouth, stifling his son’s screams.
Oliver bit down on the speedo, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as he rode his daddy’s cock.
Noah reached up and ran his hands up and down Oliver’s body, rubbing his nipples, tracing his son’s abs with his fingers, and squeezing his cock.
Oliver’s moaned into the speedo, his moans getting higher and higher until he was finally pushed over the edge. The feeling of his dad’s hand on his cock was all the trigger he needed to shoot out a volley of cum all over his dad’s torso.
Noah continued pumping into Oliver’s asshole as his son showered him with cum. He could feel himself getting close, the tightening of Oliver’s hole on his cock being just the thing to send him past the point of no return. He grabbed his son’s legs, holding him tightly as he thrust up into him and began to cum. He let out a series of low grunts as each jet of cum shot out of him, filling his son with his seed.
Oliver sank all the way down on his father’s cock, marveling at the feeling of another man cumming inside him. It felt warm and welcome, and he found himself automatically squeezing his asshole to make sure he milked his dad’s cock of every last drop of cum.
After a few moments, his dad released his grip on Oliver’s legs, his head falling back onto the table as he breathed heavily. Oliver leaned down and collapsed against his father’s chest, his head lying next to his father’s. He could feel his sticky cum in between their chests.
Noah leaned his head down to kiss Oliver on the cheek, making him giggle.
Oliver let his speedo fall out of his mouth, then lifted his head and kissed his father on the lips. They held the kiss for several seconds, breathing in and out as they shared a tender post-coital father-son moment.
“Jesus H Christ!”
They broke the kiss, quickly turning to see the tiny redhead standing in the doorway.
“Ashley!” said Oliver, his eyes wide open in fear. “Uh… what are you doing here?”
He had absolutely no idea what he could possibly say to make her think this wasn’t exactly what it looked like. His father’s cock was still inside him for crying out loud.
She stood there completely in shock, standing with her mouth wide open. “I… I… Toast, we were… milkshakes,” she said.
She stared at him for a moment. Nobody moved.
Suddenly she turned and bolted down the hall.
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