Oliver and his father watched helplessly as Ashley ran out the door.
“Ashley!” yelled Oliver, pulling off of his father’s cock as he scrambled off the table.
He ran to the door to chase after Ashley.
“Oliver!” his father called after him.
He stopped in his tracks. “I have to stop her!” he said frantically.
“OIlie, you’re naked,” said his father.
Oliver looked down. His dad was right, he was still completely naked and he’d been just about to run out in the hallway. He ran back to the table, grabbing his speedo from his father and quickly sliding it on before running out into the hallway.
He had no idea where Ashley would have gone, nor what she would do. Would she tell someone? What would happen if anyone found out?
Oliver was absolutely terrified at the thought of other people knowing about him and his father. He’d only just accepted it himself. He wasn’t ready for the whole world to find out.
He ran around the corner to find her sitting on the ground, her back against the wall. She stared straight ahead, her eyes still wide with shock.
“Ashley,” he said, sitting down in front of her. He reached out for her hands but she pulled them away from him.
“What the fuck did I just see, Oliver?” she asked incredulously.
“Ashley, I need to tell you something,” he said quietly. “I only just realized this, but… I think I might be gay.”
She scoffed. “Yeah, I think I got that.”
He sighed. “This isn’t how I wanted to tell you this,” he said.
“No?” she asked. “How exactly were you planning on breaking the news to me that you were fucking your dad?”
“That was the first time it happened. I didn’t expect it.”
She stared at him. “Oliver, I mean… your dad, that’s like… next level. Is that even legal?”
Oliver looked down, his face turning red in embarrassment.
“I… I don’t know, I mean, it just… happened.”
She stared at him for a moment before softening. “At least your dad is like, nice. And he is kinda hot for an older guy. If it were my dad… oh God, I don’t even want to imagine.”
“Please don’t tell anyone,” he said, grabbing her hand. “I know I lied to you, and I’m sorry. But I swear, it’s not like I planned this. I didn’t even know I was gay until a week ago.”
She looked at him in confusion.
“Really?” she asked.
He blinked. “What do you mean, really?” he asked back.
“Nothing, I just… this is a lot to take in, booboo bear. I’m still processing.”
He nodded. “I know. I’m sorry to put this on you. I’m sure you wanna break up with me, but… don’t tell anyone this is the reason why, okay? Can we just make up an excuse?”
She rolled her eyes. “We’re not breaking up, Oliver.”
He looked at her in disbelief.
“What do you mean?”
She sighed. “Oliver, I haven’t been completely honest with you. I know that you’re gay.”
Oliver was stunned. “What? You knew?”
“I mean, I didn’t know that you were fucking your dad, but yeah, I knew you were gay. That’s why I asked you out in the first place.”
Oliver looked at her in confusion.
“I don’t understand. Why would you wanna date me if you knew I was gay?”
Now Ashley was the one looking nervous. “You know Erin Mckenna?”
“...from bio lab? What about her?”
Ashley bit her lip. “We’ve been fucking. For like two years.”
Oliver’s eyes widened. “Two years? Jesus, Ashley!” He shook his head. “And I felt bad for lying to you for just a week.”
“Okay, well, you’re fucking your dad, so my secret’s hardly as bad. Plus my dad would kill me if he found out I liked girls. What was I supposed to do?”
“You could have told me!”
“Oh, come on, Oliver,” Ashley said, rolling her eyes. “What did you think this was? We’ve literally never had sex! I mean, a kiss on the cheek here and there, hanging at out each other’s houses, reading each other’s horoscopes-”
“I thought you liked doing that stuff!” said Oliver indignantly.
“Yeah, because we’re best friends! Not because I’m in love with you.“
Oliver scoffed. “So you knew I was gay, Manny knew I was gay, my dad knew I was gay… why does it feel like I’m completely out of the loop on everything?”
“I can’t answer that question for you, booboo bear. But I can tell you that you are definitely gay and also very clearly in love with your father,” she said.
Oliver turned red. He looked away.
Ashley put her hand on his. “Hey,” she said softly. “I meant what I said to you yesterday. You can talk to me about anything. You’ve been a really good friend to me these last few years and I care about you.”
She looked at him apologetically. “I’m sorry I freaked out when I saw you with your dad. I just wasn’t expecting it, you know?”
He nodded. “I wasn’t either. I still don’t exactly understand what’s going on between us.”
She squeezed his hand. “It’s okay. It takes time to work out your feelings. I didn’t really know how I felt about Erin until like three months into us fucking. But then when I was eating her out one day I just knew.”
Oliver grimaced. “I guess,” he said. “I think I’m just worried that I’m moving things in a direction that they can’t come back from. Like, if I start fucking him, and things don’t work out, then what happens? Is he just not gonna be my dad anymore?”
She hugged him. “Oliver, he’s always gonna be your dad. And I know how much he loves you. I can hear it in your voice every time you talk about him. You just have to follow your heart and trust that everything is gonna work out.”
He held her close. She patted him on the back, then pushed him away.
“Okay, are you fucking covered in cum right now?” she asked.
“Sorry,” said Oliver as they both got to their feet.
She wiped her hands off on her skirt in disgust.
“So glad I’m a lesbian and I don’t have to deal with this bullshit.”
Oliver touched her shoulder. “Please, do me a favor and don’t tell anyone about me and my dad.”
She nodded. “As long as you keep on being my beard. You know, until I graduate college and move to like, Providence or something.”
He laughed. “Okay. Do you still wanna get milkshakes at Toast?”
She smiled. “Honestly booboo bear, I’ve kinda lost my appetite. Thanks though.”
“I’ll see you in school Monday!” she said as she walked away.
Oliver stood there for a moment to let everything sink in. He was still reeling from what had happened with him and his dad. Now to find out about everything with Ashley… at least she didn’t seem like she was going to tell anybody.
And there was that thing she said about following his heart… If only he knew what his heart was trying to tell him. One moment it felt like it was saying “stop, this is wrong,” and the next it was telling him to bend over and let his father pound him.
He turned to walk back to the science lab, unsure of what he would say to his father when he got there. When he walked through the door, he found that his father had gotten dressed and was sitting on one of the tables.
Noah got up and walked over to his son.
“Hey, is everything okay?” he asked, touching Oliver’s arm.
Oliver nodded. “She’s not going to tell anyone,” he said.
Noah breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank God,” he said, pulling Oliver in for a hug. “I knew I liked that girl. She’s a keeper.”
“And a lesbian, apparently,” said Oliver.
Noah chuckled in surprise, looking down at Oliver. “No kidding?” he said. “Well, what do you know?”
He noticed that Oliver still looked troubled. He released him from the hug, putting his hands on Oliver’s shoulders.
“How are you feeling about everything, Ollie? That wasn’t too much, was it? I didn’t… hurt you, or anything?”
“No, it was fine, I just… this is a lot to take in, dad.”
Noah nodded. “I know, son. And my offer still stands. You can set the pace, 100%. I won’t do anything you don’t want. If you want to call it quits, we can.”
He looked at Oliver nervously. “...do you? You know, wanna call it quits?”
Oliver sighed. “Obviously not, I just…”
Noah smiled in relief.
“I just wanna take things slow. I’m still adjusting to… everything.”
Noah grinned, adjusting his crotch. “Yeah, sorry I know it can be kind of a lot for some guys.”
Oliver rolled his eyes and smiled. “Yeah, yeah,” he said, smacking his dad’s chest playfully.
Noah wrapped his arm around his son and kissed him on the head. “Come on, let’s get out of here. I thought I heard something about milkshakes… what do you say we stop for some on the way home?”
Oliver smiled. “That would be nice,” he said.
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Tony sat at the bar that night, sipping his fourth beer and slowly sinking into oblivion. Since getting out of prison, he was making up for lost time. He’d gotten by well enough on prison hooch the last year, but the dry periods had made him feel like he was crawling the walls. Nothing felt more like freedom to him than a cold beer in his hand.
Tony and alcohol went way back. He had found it pretty early on in life and it had never let him down. Bored with his life on the upper east side and his insufferable rich parents, he found lower companions who liked to drink and do drugs the way he did. These thugs and gang bangers had lives that seemed so much more real to Tony than his own privileged upbringing had.
But the deeper he got into the drinking and the using, the more his life seemed to spiral out of control. His parents didn’t know how to handle him. He’d run away from two rehabs by the age of 17, so they took the only option they’d had left and sent him to a “wilderness program” for troubled youth in the Adirondacks.
But that only made his rebellion even worse. There was no fixing Tony. Not with the things he had inside him.
Tony didn’t recognize his feelings for guys until he was well into his drinking career. But you couldn’t be gay with the kind of crowd he ran with. And without that, without the drugs and the alcohol, Tony was nothing. So he shoved that part of himself further down as he descended into his addiction.
His life had been going in such a downward spiral that prison honestly seemed almost like a relief. But the last year had been more hell than he even knew possible. Tony had always been tough, or so he thought. Prison showed him that he didn’t know the first thing about being tough. It wasn’t just getting the shit kicked out of him or the fighting that wore him down. It was the isolation, the loneliness.
For a moment he’d had a bit of hope, a sort of ray of light in the form of another young man at the prison. But that had been snuffed out as quickly as it had been lit.
And so Tony ordered another beer, determined to drown his sorrows. He wanted to forget all about prison, all about the boy who’d broken his heart and taken off with some other guy.
This may have been why he couldn’t help but notice the handsome young man playing pool with his friends over in the corner.
The first thing Tony noticed about him were his arms. The kid clearly worked out. Tony could see his biceps bulge every time he lifted his beer to his lips. He reminded Tony of the muscle heads he’d met in prison, the ones who would beat the shit out of a scrawny guy like Tony at the drop of a hat.
The second thing Tony noticed about him was that he was way too young to be drinking in a bar. This kid had to still be in high school, and his friends didn’t look much older. They looked like your typical asshole jocks, the kind of guys that Tony would have hated when he was their age.
But something about this boy was different. He had beautiful dark hair and tan skin, but there was something about him more than just his looks. The way he laughed with his friends, the way he handled the pool cue like an expert, the gentle ease with which he carried himself... he just seemed so at peace with himself in a way that Tony never had.
Tony gazed at him longingly, aching at the youth and beauty that radiated out of the boy’s skin.
After a few minutes, the boy sank the 8 ball, clapped his friend on the shoulder, and walked over to the bar near Tony. Tony quickly turned away as the boy walked up next to him, leaning against the bar as he waited to get the bartender’s attention. Tony’s eyes kept flitting over at the boy, unable to look away.
Fuck, his biceps were even bigger up close, if that was possible.
“Can I get another beer?” the boy said once he got the bartender’s attention.
“ID?”
The boy pulled out his wallet and held out a Connecticut driver’s license.
Tony caught a glimpse of it before the bartender nodded and walked over to the fridge to grab him a beer. He set it down in front of the boy before heading to the opposite end of the bar to help another customer.
The boy took a sip of his beer as he turned to go rejoin his friends.
“Doesn’t look like any Connecticut license I’ve ever seen,” said Tony.
The boy turned back around, surprised. He looked at Tony, taking him in for a moment before smiling.
“Yeah? You some kind of expert on fake IDs?
Tony took another sip of his beer. “Nope. But I liked to get into trouble when I was your age, too. Fucking hated high school, I’ll tell you that much.”
The boy blanched. “I’m not in high school,” he said quickly.
“Either way, your Connecticut license is phony. Trust me, I’ve made enough fakes to know,” said Tony. He was still drinking his beer, staring straight ahead.
The boy leaned up against the bar again, still smiling at Tony.
“Okay, so let’s say it is fake. How old do you think I am? And if you’re wrong you owe me a beer.”
Tony turned to face him. He looked the boy up and down, his gaze traveling along his perfect, youthful body. He cleared his throat.
“Hmm… I’d say probably 17? Something tells me you’ve never voted, let’s just put it that way,” he said.
The boy shook his head. “I’m legal. Turned 18 just a few months ago. Sorry, old man, the next one’s on you.”
Tony scoffed. “Old man? Now how old do you think I am?”
The boy studied him for a moment. “Well, you’re kinda scrawny. Plus you got those cute little red curls, which makes me think you’re not THAT old,” he said fiddling with Tony’s hair.
Tony slapped his hand away, chuckling.
“But you got a hard look to you. Something tells me you’ve seen some shit.”
“Well, I did just get out of prison,” said Tony.
The boy laughed. “Right, good one. All right, I’m gonna guess… 33.”
“Not bad,” said Tony. “I’m 35.”
Tony downed the last of his beer, then gestured to the bartender to bring him two more.
“So, is that too old?” Tony asked. His heart was beating in his chest, but the four beers had helped gather his courage.
The boy looked at him quizzically. “For what?” he asked.
“To fuck you,” said Tony.
The boy’s eyes widened in surprise, his jaw dropping as he let out a little laugh.
The bartender set down two beers in front of them. Tony grabbed one and handed it to the boy.
The boy took it from him, his look of surprise turning into a grin as he took a swig.
“You know,” he said, “I think you just made the cut.”
They found a cheap hotel a few blocks away. Tony’s heart was beating out of his chest the whole walk over there.
Was he really doing this? He had never even kissed a guy, and now he was about to fuck someone he didn’t even know. Thank God for liquid courage. Tony never would have had the kind of confidence to bed a guy like this sober.
The boy waited outside while Tony booked the room, shelling out some of the cash that Noah had given him earlier. The room wasn’t anything to write home about, but it was clean enough and it would get the job done.
The boy sat on the bed, kicking off his shoes as Tony stood nervously by the door, watching him.
“You ever done this before?” the boy asked as he took off his socks.
Tony shook his head. “You?” he asked.
The boy smiled. “Not with a guy,” he said as he unbuckled his belt. “Well, at least not all the way.”
His pants hit the floor. Tony was breathless, marveling at his sculpted calves as he stood there in a pair of grey boxer briefs. The kid was obviously hung, too, judging from the bulge in his underwear.
“Let’s get you a little more comfortable,” he said to Tony, walking over to him.
He slipped off Tony’s jacket, then lifted Tony’s shirt over his head.
Tony raised his arms to let him, watching as the boy tossed his shirt on the chair behind him. He shivered as the boy ran his hands along his arms, traveling to his chest. The boy pinched Tony’s nipples in his hand, making him let out a moan.
“I don’t even know your name,” Tony said to the boy.
“No names,” said the boy leaning in to kiss him. Tony closed his eyes, giving into his first kiss with another man. It felt almost like a weight had been lifted from him.
The boy broke the kiss, then smiled at him. “Let’s give each other new names,” he said, grinning.
“Okay,” Tony said, still dazed from the kiss.
“How about I call you Wyatt?” said the boy. “You look like a Wyatt. And you can call me-”
“Joey,” said Tony.
The boy smiled. “I like that.”
He leaned down and kissed Tony on the neck, sucking on it softly as he ran his hand down Tony’s torso and towards his cock.
Tony gasped as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, reaching in to grab his cock.
Joey started to stroke him, continuing to kiss along his neck. Tony stood there, enraptured by the boy’s touch. He lifted his hands to touch Joey’s arms, squeezing his biceps and feeling the dense muscle within.
Tony reached out and lifted Joey’s face to his, leaning in to kiss him. They wrapped their arms around each other as they kissed aggressively, their tongues battling for dominance against each other.
Tony suddenly pushed Joey back onto the bed, then kicked off his shoes as he shucked his pants and boxers down. The boy ripped off his shirt, laying back on the bed completely naked as Tony climbed on top of him. Tony rubbed his hard cock up against Joey’s body as they resumed making out, their hands roving around each other’s bodies.
Tony broke the kiss. He wanted to worship every inch of this young stud, marveling in each bulging muscle and rippling vein. He kissed and licked his way down Joey’s torso all the way down to his cock.
Joey was fully hard, 8” and uncut. Tony took it in his hand, pulling the foreskin back to reveal the head underneath. He’d never touched another man’s cock before, but he found himself aching to put it in his mouth.
He put the tip of Joey’s cock in his mouth, running his tongue around the head.
“Fuck, Wyatt, that feels so good,” Joey moaned, bucking his hips up to jab his cock further into Tony’s mouth.
Tony took Joey deeper into him, choking on the girth of the young man’s cock.
Joey continued to thrust his cock deeper into Tony’s throat, grabbing his head as he skullfucked him.
Tony suddenly had a moment of humiliation as he realized what he was doing. Here he was with another guy’s cock fucking the inside of his throat like he was some kind of bitch. It made Tony go pale to think of any of the guys from prison seeing him take it like a little faggot.
But he was also harder than he had ever been, more alive than he’d ever felt drunk or high. Humiliated as he was, Tony was experiencing the kind of sexual awakening he’d never dared to dream of. He sucked Joey’s cock eagerly and hungrily, hoping to give the young stud as much pleasure as he could.
Joey groaned as he bottomed his cock out into Tony’s throat, shoving Tony’s nose into his coarse black pubes. He pulled his cock out, leaving Tony gasping for air as a bit of saliva poured out of his mouth onto the bed.
“You’re fucking great at that, Wyatt,” Joey said, rubbing Tony’s mouth with his thumb.
Tony sat up and kissed Joey again, his tongue thrusting into the young man’s mouth. Joey grabbed his ass and pulled him in close to him. He reached his hand down and slid it in between Tony’s ass cheeks, his finger searching for Tony’s hole.
Tony let out a gasp when he felt Joey’s finger rub up against his butthole. His brain was screaming for him to stop, to punch Joey right in the face and get the fuck out of there. But his body was melting under Joey’s touch, his hole itching to feel Joey’s fingers inside him.
Joey grabbed Tony and rolled over, pinning the older man on the bed underneath him. He kissed him again, his hand reaching down to grab Tony’s cock and slowly jerk it. Tony moaned into Joey’s mouth, putty in his hands.
Joey sat back and grabbed Tony’s legs, pulling them onto his shoulders as Tony’s hips left the bed. He kept his eyes locked onto Tony’s as he shoved his face into Tony’s hole and began eating him out.
Tony watched helplessly as Joey devoured his hole, Tony’s own cock and balls hanging uselessly to the side. Joey’s tongue probed deeply inside Tony, sending bolts of pleasure radiating through Tony’s body.
It was the most powerless he’d ever felt in his life. He wanted more.
“Fuck me, Joey…” Tony whimpered.
Tony’s eyes widened as he realized what he’d said. As much as he’d hated himself for it, he had always fantasized about fucking another guy, about shoving his cock up his ass and taking him from behind in a heat of passion. Usually these fueled his late-night jack off fantasies, after which he would wipe the cum off his hand in disgust and pretend that it had never happened. Never in a million years did he imagine he would be the one being fucked.
And yet...
Joey pulled his face away from Tony’s hole and grinned, still holding Tony’s legs in the air.
“I’ve never fucked a dude before... but there’s a first time for everything,” said Joey.
He lowered Tony’s legs onto the bed, then leaned down, kissing him softly.
“How do you want it?” he whispered.
Tony moaned. He wasn’t sure he wanted it at all, yet every cell in his body was begging to be fucked.
“From behind. Doggy style,” Tony said.
He wasn’t sure if he could take being fucked missionary style. Something about it felt too intimate, like he was some chick losing her virginity on prom night. At least being fucked from behind he could close his eyes, pretend he was someone else.
Joey sat back, jerking his cock to full mast. Tony turned around and got on his hands and knees, his ass pointed back towards Joey. He buried his head into the pillow, simultaneously in agony about what was about to happen and also desperate for it to begin.
He felt Joey drop a big glob of saliva onto his hole, then felt the tip of Joey’s cock rubbing it in. He moaned into the pillow at the tingling sensation he felt in his asshole. It felt like it was almost throbbing with anticipation.
Finally Joey began to push, his cockhead slowly entering Tony’s hole. Tony grabbed the bedsheets with his hands, tensing up as he felt Joey’s cock invading his tight entrance.
Joey leaned down and kissed him on the neck.
“Relax, man. Just breathe and push out, it’ll feel so good once it’s in.”
Tony took a deep breath, then tried to relax his asshole. He felt Joey’s cock pushing further inside him, then let out a moan as the head of his cock popped inside.
Joey grabbed Tony’s hips and began to slowly pull him back onto his dick. Tony’s asshole was in pain at the invasion, but curiously the deeper Joey’s cock went, the less painful it felt. Finally Joey’s cock was all the way in. Joey kept it there, buried inside of Tony.
“How does it feel?” Joey asked. “Having my cock in you? I’ve always wondered what it would be like.”
Tony lifted his head from the pillow. “It feels fucking incredible,” he choked out.
Joey smirked, then began to thrust his hips back and forth as he started to fuck Tony. The fire in Tony’s asshole began to subside to a dull ache as it got used to the invader before turning into a feeling of undeniable pleasure. Joey’s cock began to feel amazing inside of Tony’s asshole, and Tony began pushing his hips back to meet Joey’s thrusts.
“Oh...OH FUCK,” said Joey, his hips smacking into Tony’s ass cheeks with every thrust.
“Joey” had fucked plenty of girls, but this dude’s asshole was the tightest thing he’d ever felt. He grabbed Tony’s hips, plunging his cock deep inside him as the pleasure began to grow. He still couldn’t believe he was actually going all the way and fucking a dude. Sure, he’d fooled around with guys once or twice. But something about Tony made him wanna crack the scrawny little man in half. Plus he got off on being wanted just like anyone did, and he could tell Tony wanted to fuck him from the second he saw him at the bar. He could also tell that the guy had some major issues, but he was still a pretty good fuck.
Tony himself was in a state of bliss. Joey’s cock was battering his prostate with every thrust, and Tony was so hard he could feel his leaking cock rubbing up against his stomach. He continued to fuck back at Joey, meeting the younger man’s thrusts as his eyes rolled back into his head.
Tony reached down and began to stroke his cock, whimpering as Joey assaulted his prostate. He could feel himself getting close to cumming. He quickened his strokes, riding the high of the pleasure signals coming from his ass as he began to orgasm.
He shot out jets of cum on the bed underneath him, soaking the hotel bed with jizz. His arms and legs gave out as he collapsed onto the bed, landing in the pile of his own cum. Joey continued to fuck his ass as he lay there, unable to move in a state of post-orgasmic bliss.
“Ugh… UGH FUCK Wyatt, here it comes!” said Joey as he pulled out of Tony’s ass and began jerking his cock.
Tony could feel Joey’s cock shooting all over his lower back. A smile spread across his face as he felt the warmth of this young stud’s seed coating his back.
Joey collapsed onto Tony’s back, his still-hard cock pulsing against Tony’s ass cheek as he came down from his orgasm. They lay there for a minute as they breathed quietly.
Finally, after a few minutes of this, Joey kissed Tony on the neck and stood up.
“That was fun,” he said.
Tony sat up, watching as Joey grabbed his clothes and began to get dressed.
“You’re leaving?” he asked, his voice coming out higher and weaker than he would have liked. “I mean, uh, I have the room for the night. You know, if you wanted to crash.”
“Can’t,” Joey said. He sat on the bed as he began to put on his socks and shoes. “My parents are gonna wonder where I am.”
“Oh. Right,” said Tony. He forgot the kid was only 18. Of course he still lived with his parents.
“This was fun though,” he said as he stood up, walking over to the door. He opened it, making Tony shiver as the cold night air blew in.
“Wait!” Tony called out, surprising himself.
He walked over to the counter and picked up a pad of paper and a pen and began to write something on it. He ripped the paper off the pad and handed it to the boy.
“My name’s Tony. Here’s my number. In case you wanna go for another round.”
The boy smirked, putting the piece of paper in his pocket. “See you around, Tony.”
Tony watched as he left, shutting the door behind him. He laid back down on the bed, pulling the covers close to him. He could still feel Joey’s seed, hot on his back.
He stared at the ceiling, his mind swirling with a million different emotions. Suddenly he grabbed the sheets and started to wipe the cum off his back, disgusted. He got up and walked over to the minibar, pulling out a small bottle of vodka and quickly downing it. He pulled out the rest of the bottles and began to line them on top of the minibar, one by one.
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Oliver lay in his bed, trying and failing to fight his insomnia. Frustrated, he rolled over and picked up his phone. It was shortly after midnight.
He laid back and stared at the ceiling, going over the day’s events in his mind yet again.
Getting milkshakes with his dad had been a surprisingly normal affair. They didn’t talk about what had happened in between them in the science lab, but just chatted and joked around like they would have any other day.
Oliver had been a little worried that he wouldn’t be able to just be around his father in a non-sexual setting, but things were almost back to the way they were before. After a week of feeling awkward and tense around his dad, he was grateful to be able to just hang out with him without this heavy weight hanging over the two of them.
They’d stayed in that night and ordered a pizza, watching a movie on the couch. To Oliver’s surprise, his dad kept his hands to himself all night. He didn’t even try to touch his butt or anything! He guessed his dad was serious when he said that Oliver would set the pace.
Oliver was grateful for the lack of pressure, but he had to admit he felt kind of bummed. He couldn’t help it — he liked the chase. Much as he had tried to deny it, he’d never been more turned on than when his father told him that he was trying to get in his pants. It made him feel so fucking hot knowing that his dad wanted him that way.
But acknowledging this made him feel weak and needy. He didn’t want to be rolling around in bed alone, wishing his father was there to hold him and kiss him and tell him he was a good boy. He wanted his father to just come to his room and take him, whether he liked it or not.
He stared at the door, wondering if he could will his father to suddenly appear.
Oliver knew that if he wanted his father to fuck him, he was going to have to make the first move. Sure, he’d thrown himself at his father that morning in the locker room. And the night before on the couch. But those had been fleeting bursts of confidence, an adrenaline-fueled rage of lust that overcame his insecurities and allowed him to take what he wanted.
He rolled over again and grabbed his pillow. He was hard, which was part of the reason that it was so difficult for him to sleep. He closed his eyes one more time and tried to fall asleep, but it was no good. With a sigh, he stood up and walked over to the door.
He walked out into the hallway wearing just his underwear, a pair of tight tan briefs. He crept past his Uncle Tony’s room, peeking in to make sure that his uncle didn’t see him. There was no one in the bed.
He kept walking towards his dad’s room, which was one door down. He stopped outside the closed door and put his ear up against it. He could hear the fan on inside, but nothing else. He slowly opened the door and slipped inside.
Oliver looked over at his father lying on the bed. He could see his dad illuminated from the light of the alarm clock.
“God, it’s such an old person thing to still have an alarm clock,” he thought.
His dad was fast asleep, his arm resting on the pillow above his head to reveal a tuft of hair under his armpit.
Oliver crept over to where he was laying. He stared at his dad’s armpit hair, dark black amidst his tan skin. He put his nose close to it and breathed in deeply. He closed his eyes as he breathed in his father’s musk.
God, his dad smelled so fucking good. It was all he could do to stop himself from licking him right then and there.
He looked over at his dad’s face, but he was still asleep. He nervously crawled over to the bottom of the bed and lifted up the covers, looking at his dad’s legs. His dad was sleeping in a pair of plaid boxers, his hairy legs poking out of either hole.
Oliver pushed the covers to the side and crouched down between his father’s legs. He put his hands gently on his dad’s legs, feeling his father’s coarse leg hair. His heart was beating rapidly as he leaned down to put his face in his father’s crotch.
Again he breathed in his father’s scent. His father’s balls smelled distinctly different than Manny’s balls had, but they both had this overpowering masculine scent to them that made Oliver’s mouth water.
Oliver reached into the slit of his father’s boxers and pulled out his soft cock. Even soft, his father’s cock was fucking girthy. He put his mouth on it, sliding it past his lips as he tasted his father’s cock for the second time.
Noah breathed in, shifting his weight slightly on the bed.
Oliver continued to fellate him, looking up to see whether or not his father had woken up. He was still asleep. Oliver closed his eyes and began to really suck his father’s cock.
He could feel his dad growing in his mouth as his cock got closer and closer to Oliver’s throat. Oliver stifled a gag as he felt his dad’s cock poking the back of his throat. He grabbed it with his hand and began to jerk it, moving his head down to lick his father’s balls.
His dad began to moan in his sleep. He started to thrust his hips up as his body unconsciously yearned to be deeper inside of Oliver.
Oliver took his dad’s cock back into his mouth and began to enthusiastically suck his cock again. He put his hands on his dad’s legs to steady himself as he bobbed up and down, rubbing his tongue along the underside of his father’s cock.
Finally the pleasure got to be too much and it pulled Noah out of dreamland. He opened his eyes to see his beautiful blond son on his hands and knees, eagerly blowing his cock.
What better midnight snack could a father ask for?
“Oh, Ollie,” he sighed as he ran his fingers through his son’s hair.
Oliver’s lips felt so good on his cock. God, how did he get so lucky? He looked down at his son’s soft, red lips stretched tight over his cock. He wished he could take a picture and frame it.
Oliver made eye contact with his father, looking up at him with big, innocent eyes as he took his cock deeper into his mouth. He wanted so desperately to make his father feel good. He was using every part of his body to bring pleasure to his dad, running his hands up and down his father’s torso, rubbing himself against his dad’s legs, and desperately sucking his cock with all the suction and passion that he could muster.
As he ran his fingers through Oliver’s hair, Oliver’s father suddenly gripped it tightly as he held Oliver’s head down tight on his cock.
“That’s it, boy, just like that, that’s it,” he said gruffly.
Oliver was shocked by his father’s sudden roughness. He choked on his father’s cock, his hands gripping his dad’s legs as he tried to pull off so he could breathe. After a few seconds, however, he began to relax once he heard the sounds of his father groaning in ecstasy. He stayed there for another moment, his father’s cock still firmly lodged in his mouth as he felt his father pump his cum straight down his throat.
Oliver’s cock was rock hard at the amount of pleasure he could see he was bringing his father as evidenced by his dad’s moaning and groaning. When his dad relaxed his grip on Oliver’s head, Oliver’s first thought was to pull back slightly on his dad’s cock to catch the last couple of spurts of cum on his tongue.
He then realized that he was in desperate need of air, so he breathed in quickly through his nose. He flooded his lungs with oxygen as his father’s cock dribbled out the last little bit of semen into his mouth. He swirled the cum around in his mouth, trying to get a taste of his father. It wasn’t quite as bitter as he’d thought it would be, or at least as his own cum had been when he’d tasted it in the past.
Hmm… now that he thought about it, perhaps he should’ve known he was gay earlier.
His dad pulled him up towards him and shoved his tongue in his mouth, capturing some of the semen that was still in Oliver’s mouth and sharing it between the two men.
Oliver kissed him back passionately, his hands resting on his father’s massive chest. He felt like a doll in his father’s arms, but he also felt safe and protected. He could still feel that his cock was rock hard, poking against his father’s stomach as they made out.
After a minute of kissing, Oliver’s father broke the kiss. “You make me so wild, Ollie,” he said breathlessly.
Oliver looked into his eyes. “I want you,” he said quietly. “All the time. I don’t want you to wait for me to always make the first move. I want you to just take me when you want me. I want to be your boy. I’m ready.”
Noah’s face broke out into a massive grin. He kissed Oliver on the lips, his hands reaching up to hold the young man’s face.
“You got it, boy,” he said.
Oliver gasped as his father grabbed him, pinning him down against the bed as he covered him with his massive frame. He let out a moan as his father began passionately kissing his neck, running his tongue up and down from Oliver’s clavicle to his chin.
Noah held Oliver’s hands pinned against the bed as he had his way with his son, licking and kissing and sucking him. He put his thumb against Oliver’s bottom lip, opening his mouth. He stuck his middle finger into Oliver’s mouth as Oliver closed his mouth around it.
Oliver nursed on his father’s finger, getting it nice and wet. He knew what he was preparing himself for.
Noah pulled his finger out of Oliver’s mouth and reached down in between his son’s legs. He reached inside Oliver’s briefs underneath his balls and rubbed up against his taint, making Oliver squirm.
“Ugh, daddy,” said Oliver as his father slipped the tip of his finger inside him.
Noah leaned over and bit down lightly on Oliver’s neck, making him gasp as he fingered him.
Oliver felt equal parts terrified and aroused as his father did whatever he wanted with him. The passion and the arousal were being channeled straight to his hole, making him warm, wet, and open for his father’s penetration.
Noah pulled his finger out of Oliver and ripped his boxers off, tossing them on the ground before grabbing Oliver’s legs and tearing off his briefs as well.
Oliver laid there on the bed, flat on his back underneath the mercy of his father. In the moonlight of the bedroom, he could see his father’s massive body illuminated above him. His dad’s cock was still fully engorged, aimed right at Oliver’s hole and ready to penetrate him.
Oliver grabbed his dad’s biceps, squeezing them in his hands as he locked eyes with his father.
He nodded.
“Fuck me, daddy.”
Noah pointed his cock down towards Oliver’s hole and began to push in, looking his son in the eyes as he took him in the missionary position. As intimate as their first fuck had been in the science lab, this felt even closer. There was no closing their eyes and pretending they were fucking different people. They were as connected as they could possibly be, sharing the most intimate exchange of mind, body, and spirit that a father and son had ever had.
Oliver’s eyes began to water from the pain of his father’s dick entering him. As inflamed with lust as he was, he was still incredibly new to taking cock.
Noah could see the pain in his son’s eyes, and he reached down and began to stroke his son’s cock to alleviate the pain.
The distraction worked. Oliver’s hole began to open even wider to receive his father’s cock.
While Noah stroked his son with one hand, he reached his other hand down to hold the back of Oliver’s neck as he leaned down to kiss him.
Oliver wrapped his arms and legs around his father as his dad pushed deeper inside him.
Finally Noah’s cock was fully inside his son. Despite having just cum, Noah’s cock felt so good inside Oliver’s warm and tight ass that he felt like he was going to ejaculate again right then and there. He rested his cock in Oliver’s ass for a moment as he continued to kiss him, his tongue roaming the inside of Oliver’s mouth. He chuckled as Oliver reached back and pressed his hands against his ass, trying to get him to fuck him.
Having waited long enough to avoid prematurely cumming, Noah began to saw his dick in and out of his son’s asshole. Of all the men that Noah had fucked when he was a young man, he’d never been so in love with a boy as he was his own son. Everything about Oliver was perfect: his sandy blond hair, his slender little swimmer’s body, his smooth, tan skin…
“You feel so good, baby,” Noah moaned.
“You feel good too, daddy,” said Oliver. “It’s so… fucking big, but it feels so good inside me.”
Oliver giggled with pleasure as his father began to kiss his neck again. The ticklish feeling of his dad’s lips on his neck combined with the pulsing feeling of his father’s cock pushing in and out of his asshole made Oliver feel like he was going to cum. He wasn’t even touching his cock, and yet it felt like it was on the brink of orgasm every time his father pounded his prostate.
Noah began to pick up the pace, his breathing growing fast and heavy as he grew closer and closer to cumming.
“YES, YES daddy, FUCK me, CUM in me, I WANT it,” moaned Oliver hysterically.
He didn’t even know where these words were coming from, but all he wanted in that moment was for his father to cum inside him. It felt like if he could just get his father to cum again, he would reach a place where everything would be okay again. All the pain, fear, confusion, and loneliness he’d felt since his mother died would just disappear. He would be happy.
Noah cried out as he began to cum. He was using all of the strength still left in him to prop himself up as he pounded his son, flooding him with semen.
Oliver himself cried out in surprise as his own cock began to shoot.
He was cumming without even touching himself!
He hadn’t even known that this was possible. Yet his father was hitting something inside of him so deep and so right that it had triggered his own dick to erupt all over his stomach.
“Don’t stop, daddy, please don’t stop!” he whimpered.
His father continued to pump into him as the two men came together, father and son.
Finally, once both of their cocks had been completely spent, Noah rolled to the side off of Oliver. He laid on his back next to his son, his penis quickly deflating from the exertion of two back-to-back orgasms.
Oliver laid there in disbelief, covered in his own cum as his father’s cum began to seep slowly out of his asshole and onto the bed. He couldn’t have moved even if he’d tried. He basked in the haze of the afterglow, listening to the sound of his and his father’s breaths lingering in the air.
After a minute, Oliver could hear his father snoring. He was already asleep!
Oliver laughed. “I guess this is what you get when you fuck an older guy,” he thought to himself.
He rolled over and cuddled up against his father, resting his head on his father’s chest and covering them both with the covers. He listened to the sound of his father’s heartbeat, feeling his dad breathe in and out as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
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