Oliver woke up to the feeling of his father’s hard cock pressed against his asshole. He was lying on his side, wrapped in his father’s arms. Although he wasn’t quite awake yet, he could feel his dad kissing the back of his neck, running his hands up and down his arm.
Oliver stretched his body, breathing in as he slowly came back to consciousness.
Knowing that his son was now awake, Noah reached over to Oliver’s head and tilted it back, leaning down to kiss him on the lips. He kissed his son softly, running his hand down to Oliver’s chest and squeezing it.
Oliver reached up and touched his father’s face. Was there any better way to wake up? He couldn’t count all of the mornings he’d woken up in his big empty bed feeling lonely but not knowing what for.
To wake up in the arms of his father…
Oliver could now feel his dad’s cock rubbing up against his ass as he kissed him. Without a word, Oliver reached down and lifted his cheek to let him in. His father took his meaning and began to push his cock inside of Oliver, penetrating him as they laid on their sides.
Oliver moaned as his father’s cock slid inside him. He could feel his dad’s cock easily slide right in thanks to the cum that was still in there from the night before. Despite the beating that his hole had taken last night, Oliver was desperate to feel his father filling him up again. It was like he was addicted. Ever since he’d first gotten a taste of his father’s cock, he felt this need to be filled at all times.
His father was only too happy to oblige, moaning deeply as he joined his son in an early morning fuck.
Noah held his son in his arms, pumping in and out of him as he fucked him from the side. Morning sex was something he’d missed so much since his wife had died, and to get to experience that with his son was fucking incredible.
Oliver could feel his dad’s arm wrapped around his neck, holding him tightly. Sure, it was slightly impacting his ability to breathe, but this only added to Oliver’s feeling of pleasure. He held on tightly to his dad’s arm, enjoying the incredible pounding his prostate was receiving from his dad’s thickness.
Noah quickly deposited a second load inside his son as the sun began to peek through the shades. He held him close as he grunted, filling Oliver once more. Oliver leaned back to kiss his father, running his fingers through his dad’s hair as he felt his dad’s deflated cock slide out of him.
“You’re amazing,” said Noah, panting as he kissed his son’s shoulder.
“I love having you inside me,” whispered Oliver.
His dad laughed. “That makes two of us,” he said.
Oliver rolled over to face his father. He lifted his fingers up to his dad’s cheek, running it along the 5 o’clock shadow that had already regrown.
“This is so weird,” he said. “I mean, not like, bad weird. Just different.”
His dad kissed his fingers. “It’s different for me, too.”
“What was it like before mom? You know, when you were… fucking other guys.”
His dad took a deep breath in, pondering. “It was a different time back then. I mean, when I was your age it was the early 90s, so people weren’t nearly as accepting about the whole gay thing. But it was also freer in a way.”
“Were you always the one doing the fucking?”
Noah laughed. “Why, you interested in topping?”
Oliver blushed. “I was just wondering.”
Noah smiled. “I’ve tried everything, Ollie. And I’d be willing to show you whatever you like. You should have every bit as much freedom to explore yourself as I did when I was your age.”
He laid back, his hand resting against his chest. “I don’t know, maybe I’m speaking as an old man looking back on his youth, but… I just felt like I had the whole world at my fingertips. I took a gap year before college, you know, just to sort of get my feel of the city, sew my wild oats.”
“Is that when you met mom?” asked Oliver.
Noah smiled. “No, your mom and I met when I was in law school. She was working as a secretary at Boston University when I was there. God, she was so smart. She was just a secretary but it was like she knew more than all of the guys in my year combined. I fell in love with her the moment I saw her.”
Oliver frowned.
Noah looked at him. “What is it, Ollie?”
Oliver laid back, rubbing his eyes. “Don’t you think she’d be upset? About us?”
Noah ran his fingers along Oliver’s arm.
“Baby, no. She loved us both so much. She would want us to be happy.”
“But THIS can’t be what she had in mind.”
Noah smiled. “Well, no, I’m sure she didn’t see this coming. But then again, neither did I.” He looked down at Oliver. “She did know about you, though.”
Oliver looked at him in shock. “She knew I was gay?”
Noah nodded. “She thought you might be. As early as three, actually.”
Oliver’s jaw dropped. “Three?” he asked incredulously.
Noah chuckled. “You were quite an enthusiastic little boy.”
Oliver covered his face, groaning.
“Hey,” said Noah, touching Oliver’s arm. Oliver looked at him.
“She loved you more than anything in the world. She loved me too, and I loved her with everything I had. I didn’t think I would feel that kind of love again after she died. But I do, Ollie. I feel it with you. And I can’t apologize for it, I won’t. No matter what the world says.”
Oliver bit his lip. “Are you gonna tell people about us?”
Noah furrowed his brow. “Do you want to?”
“I don’t know,” said Oliver. “I’m still kind of getting used to the idea, myself. I don’t know how I feel about other people knowing. I mean, except Ashley, of course.”
Noah laughed. “Yeah, the cat’s kind of out of the bag on that one.”
“What about you? Do you want to tell people?” Oliver asked.
Noah smiled. “OIlie, I would be proud to tell anyone that you’re mine. But I do think we have to be careful. Incest may be legal between consenting adults in New Jersey, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t people who wouldn’t raise hell if they found out.”
“What do you mean?” Oliver asked.
“Well, I could lose my job, for one,” said Noah.
Oliver’s eyes widened.
“Relax! That’s not going to happen. We just have to be careful about who we tell. We decide together who knows and who doesn’t. That way, we can have people we trust who we can be ourselves around without feeling like we have to hide what we have.”
“Dad… what DO we have?” Oliver asked. “I mean, I know I’m attracted to you. And I like having sex with you, but… I mean, are we boyfriends? How does that work?”
Noah kissed his son on the lips. “All in due time,” he said. “For now, let’s just… enjoy the honeymoon period.”
Oliver nodded. “Okay, daddy,” he said, hugging his father tightly.
Noah kissed Oliver’s head, holding his boy in his arms.
“I think I wanna tell Manny,” Oliver said quietly.
His father looked at him. “Yeah?”
Oliver nodded. “Things have been so weird between us since we hooked up. I mean, I’ve been weird. I’ve been avoiding him because… I don’t know, this is a lot for me. I didn’t know what to say after we… you know…”
Noah cleared his throat. “Do you… do you wanna do it again with him, or...?”
Oliver sat up, wide-eyed.
“No!” he exclaimed. “No, I mean, it was nice and all for my first time, but…”
He looked up at his dad shyly. “It was different with you. It was like, when you were inside me… we were something greater than just us, you know?”
His father smiled.
“But I do wanna tell him,” Oliver continued. “He’s one of my best friends and I really feel like he’ll understand. Plus, I just think I’ll go crazy if I don’t have anybody to talk to about this.”
Noah reached down and stroked his son’s leg. “Okay, baby. You can tell him.”
“Yeah?” asked Oliver, smiling.
Noah kissed him on the lips, then pinned him against the bed and started tickling him.
“But your ass is mine from now on!”
“Dad, stop it!” Oliver said, giggling. The two men laughed as they wrestled back and forth on the bed, each trying to pin the other down.
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Tony was not having a good day. He’d shelled out so much fucking money for that hotel room that he was forced to take the bus back from the city to Montclair. He sat in the back row, trying to ignore the dull ache in his head from his colossal hangover.
By the time he got to his brother-in-law’s house and walked through the door, he was about ready to go in his room and sleep the rest of his hangover off. As he walked towards the staircase, ready to jump into bed, he could hear sounds of laughter coming from the kitchen.
“Tony. Come join us,” he heard his brother-in-law say.
Tony scowled. He turned and walked into the kitchen, putting a smile on his face.
Noah and Oliver sat at the table eating breakfast.
“How’s it going, little man?” he asked Oliver, ruffling Oliver’s hair.
Oliver gave him a half smile, then went back to his oats.
“So, Tony,” said Noah. “How’s the job hunt going?”
Tony shrugged. “It’s going. Got a few prospects lined up, gonna check them out this week.” He grabbed a box of cereal off the counter and poured himself a bowl.
“I know that La Rocca is hiring. If you wanted to stay in Montclair,” said Noah.
Tony rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I’m not really looking for something in the service industry.”
“Well sure, but at this point shouldn’t you take what you can get?” asked Noah.
“You know, that’s a great point, Noah. Why don’t you quit your fancy lawyer job and come down and join me? We can bus tables together, just two humble guys making ends meet.”
Noah glared at him. “We missed you at the swim meet yesterday, Tony. Oliver was really looking forward to having you there,” he said.
Tony grimaced. He turned to Oliver and said, “Aw, I’m sorry, Oliver. I wanted to be there, I just, you know this job search and all has kept me really busy-”
“It’s okay, Uncle Tony.”
“How’d you do?”
“He got first place in the 200 freestyle. He was brilliant,” said Noah, smiling at his son.
Oliver grinned at him.
Tony gave him a congratulatory punch on the shoulder. “Well look at that! I’d say we gotta celebrate!”
Noah rolled his eyes. “Are you gonna take us to the theater?”
Tony smiled sarcastically at him. “Well, you know, Noah, you’re his dad. I should think you’d be the one taking him out to celebrate.” His smile dropped away as he said, “Or are you just here to judge me while you don’t do jack shit yourself?”
Noah stood up, his hand curling into a fist. “The fuck did you say to me?”
Oliver stood up and got in between his father and his uncle.
“Dad, it’s okay,” he said, putting his hands on his father’s chest.
“It’s not okay,” Noah said angrily. “I invite this punk into our home out of the goodness of my heart, give him my hard-earned money, I expect a little goddamn respect-”
“Oh, THANK you for opening up your beautiful home to me,” said Tony. “I feel so welcome here, truly-”
“Stop it, you guys!” yelled Oliver. “Everybody just sit down.”
Tony and Noah took a seat, still glaring at each other.
“I think you’re right, Uncle Tony,” said Oliver. “We should go out to celebrate. What about mini-golf?”
“Don’t expect this guy to pay. He still doesn’t have a job,” said Noah, scoffing.
“I’ll pay,” said Oliver. “What do you say Uncle Tony? Do you want to play some mini-golf?”
Tony smirked at Noah. “Yeah, kid. Mini-golf sounds fun.”
Oliver clapped his hands together excitedly. “Perfect!”
“I think I’m gonna go upstairs and take a shower before we go,” said Tony. He leaned down and kissed Oliver on the head, still staring at Noah. “Get ready to get your ass kicked, Ollie!” he said as he walked upstairs.
Noah frowned. Nobody called his son Ollie but him.
“I’m really glad we’re doing this,” said Oliver excitedly. “It’s been ages since we’ve done mini-golf. Mom used to take us out all the time and it was so much fun.”
Noah smiled, his face softening at his son’s innocent excitement. “I’m just happy to be spending time with you,” he said. “I’ll take all the time I can get before you leave for college.”
Oliver’s face fell. “Oh,” he said. “I hadn’t even thought of that.”
Noah rubbed his arm. “It’s okay, we’ll figure it out.”
“No, I mean, I really hadn’t even considered what would happen when I… I mean, we just started this and now-”
“Like I said, we’ll figure it out. In the meantime, we’ll just enjoy the time we do have together. Once we don’t have to worry about your uncle anymore. Why did you invite him anyway?”
Oliver shrugged. “I don’t know, I felt bad. I mean, he’s like, all alone here. I don’t know what he was doing last night but he looks terrible.”
Noah raised an eyebrow. “Ollie, come on. Can’t you smell the alcohol on his breath?”
Oliver looked confused. “You think he’s drinking?”
“He’s hardly drawn a sober breath since he came into our home. Where do you think he goes every night? And he sleeps till noon, it’s pathetic.”
Oliver frowned. “I think that’s sad,” he said. “I wish we could help him.”
Noah sighed. “You’re a better man than I am, Oliver.” He put his arms around his son. “You always see the good in people. It’s one of the reasons I fell in love with you.”
Oliver blushed. “You’re in love with me?”
Noah smiled. “Of course I am, Ollie. What did you think, I just wanted to fuck you?”
Oliver smiled shyly. “Of course not, I guess I just… I love you too.”
Noah beamed. He leaned in to kiss Oliver, then pulled him in to hug him.
They hugged tightly, with Oliver wrapped up in his father’s arms in a big bear hug. Oliver giggled as he felt his dad give him a quick butt squeeze.
Neither of them noticed Tony standing at the foot of the stairs, his eyes wide in confusion.
“What the fuck?” thought Tony as he retreated back up the stairs. “What the hell was that?”
He’d gone downstairs to grab a fresh towel, but that hardly seemed to matter anymore. He may still be hungover from the night before (and he may have had a few drinks this morning to deal with the hangover), but his vision was just fine. Did he just see his brother-in-law grab his nephew’s ass?
“Maybe it was just a fatherly butt squeeze,” he thought to himself. “No, that’s ridiculous. There’s no such thing as a fatherly butt squeeze!”
Tony walked back into his room, his mind still spinning. Surely he’d just imagined it. But he’d seen the way his nephew looked at his brother-in-law. He knew that there was something there.
Something was going on between them, and Tony was going to get to the bottom of it.
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Noah went to work on Monday morning feeling on top of the world. He had a skip in his step that hadn’t been there for years. His coworker Brian, who normally annoyed the fuck out of him with his constant whining about how no women ever wanted to sleep with him, didn’t even raise his blood pressure in the slightest as he recounted his lonely weekend spent striking out at the bars.
Noah was on some new shit, and that new shit was hot, incestuous sex with his son.
He felt giddy, the way you always do when you’re in a new relationship with someone. It was that feeling where you spend all of your time thinking about the other person, where everything reminds you of them, where all you want to do when you’re around them is rip their clothes off and fuck the absolute everloving shit out of them.
Ever since the night when he and Oliver had kissed for the first time, it was like a magnet was drawing the two of them together. They spent most of the next few days trying to keep their hands off of each other while Tony was in the house. Still, they found every opportunity they could to sneak off whenever they could. All the sneaking around made him feel like he was a teenager again. It was almost like Oliver was his secret boyfriend he had to keep hidden.
Noah smiled. It still tickled him to think of his son like that. His little boy, all grown up into a handsome young man. HIS handsome young man. He only wished that he could shout his love for his son from the rooftops. But he knew that wasn’t the way the world worked. They would have to keep their burgeoning love a secret, carefully exposing it to just enough light to let it grow without flaming it out before it even really began.
As he settled into his desk to go over the client’s files for their upcoming trial, he found his mind wandering back to the early morning delight he’d shared with his son before he left for work. They’d decided that it was too dangerous to share a bed at night while Tony was staying with them, but Noah had snuck into his son’s room for a good morning kiss before heading off to work.
One thing led to another and pretty soon his tongue was halfway up Oliver’s ass, his boy’s moaning muffled by the pillow as he shoved his face into it. Throughout his entire career as a lover, Noah loved eating people out more than anything. Men, women, it didn’t matter. He had a tongue and he knew how to use it to bring his partner pleasure. The muffled screams of his boy were all the reinforcement he needed as he ate his ass with an insatiable hunger.
After a quick and dirty orgasm that ended with both of them eating the other’s loads, Noah kissed his son goodbye, cleaned himself up, and headed out the door to work. He couldn’t wait until the end of the month when Tony left and they had the house all to themselves. Only two more weeks to go.
Tony, on the other hand, was not feeling quite so on top of the world. He sat at a diner, slipping a bit of Bailey’s into his morning coffee as he tried to shove some breakfast into his stomach to quell his hangover. He was quickly running out of cash. The gig with the band had been a bust and none of his other prospects were looking particularly enticing. He may have been pretty desperate, but he wasn’t going to stoop to being a fucking dishwasher.
To be honest, despite his immediate and pressing financial concerns, he couldn’t get out of his head what he thought he’d seen the other day. He’d kept his eye out during mini-golf for anything suspicious, but of course he knew they wouldn’t try anything in public. At least not with him around. If he was going to catch them, he would have to do some digging.
He tried to think back to before he went to prison. Had he ever noticed anything off about Noah and Oliver’s relationship? Not that he could remember. To be honest, he’d always been annoyed at his sister’s family. They just seemed so fucking perfect. Sure, Evie had always been kind to him, even when he was going through shit or asking her for money. But a part of him always resented having to ask her for help. Why did she get the perfect life while he got all the shit? She got the husband and the kid and all Tony ever got was rehab and tough love.
Well, if Tony was right about what he thought was going on, then it looked like her life wasn’t so fucking perfect after all. All he needed to do was prove it. He figured that should be easy enough. If they were really fucking, there was no way they could go the next two weeks without doing it again. And when they did, Tony would be there to catch them.
Tony spent the next few nights with his ear glued against the bedroom wall, trying to listen for the sounds of incestuous sex coming from his brother-in-law’s room. But he heard nothing.
Unfortunately for Tony, he usually gave up pretty early in the night, turning instead to a bottle of vodka around midnight and drinking himself into oblivion. Perhaps if he’d been a little more perceptive he would have caught his brother-in-law sneaking past his door in the early morning hours to slip into his son’s room for a little early morning buggering.
On Friday morning, Noah crept past his brother-in-law’s room just before dawn. He looked in to see Tony sprawled across his bed, an empty vodka bottle sitting next to him on the bed.
Noah shook his head. Oliver was right, it was sad. Noah honestly did wish he could help his brother-in-law. If Tony could just get a job, he felt like he might be on the right track. But more important than his desire to help Tony was his desire to protect his son. He didn’t like the influence Tony brought upon him.
Speaking of his son…
Noah quietly opened his son’s bedroom door. He gazed in to see Oliver lying asleep on his side. The sun had just begun to peek through the blinds, illuminating Oliver’s smooth body. He was naked except for a pair of small orange briefs.
Noah drank in the sight of Oliver’s fine blonde hair running along his legs. God, his son was so fucking sexy. Noah loved his small, slender body. Noah had always been a bigger guy, but he enjoyed being with someone that he could just ravish.
He’d been trying (somewhat unsuccessfully) to hold back his dominating nature with Oliver the first few times they made love for fear of scaring him off. But the more they had sex, the more of his inner dom came out. He couldn’t help it — he liked to be in control.
Noah laid down on the bed beside his son and kissed him on the neck.
Oliver stayed asleep. Noah reached down and pulled down his boxers, releasing his growing cock. He put his hand on Oliver’s arm to hold him steady as he rubbed it against Oliver’s lower back.
Finally Noah reached down and pulled down Oliver’s briefs, exposing his smooth butt. He slipped his finger in between those two round cheeks and rubbed along Oliver’s crack until he found his hole. He slipped his finger inside, causing Oliver to breathe in slightly.
Noah looked over at Oliver, but he was still asleep. Damn, the boy could sleep through anything. Noah was aching now, so he rubbed his cock up against Oliver’s hole, getting it nice and slick with his precum. He aimed the head of his cock against Oliver’s rosebud, then kissed Oliver on the neck again. He needed to be inside his son.
“Ollie…” he whispered in his ear, shaking him.
Oliver moaned, opening his eyes as he slowly came out of sleep.
“Ollie… can I put it in you?” he whispered.
Noah listened silently, his dripping cock waiting at the entrance to Oliver’s hole.
“...yes, daddy.”
Noah pushed forward, slowly sliding his cock inside of his son. He continued pushing, sliding his penis through Oliver’s anal walls until he completely bottomed out inside him.
Oliver turned his face into the bed, moaning as his dad began to slowly fuck him.
Noah grabbed Oliver’s hair, holding onto it tightly as he thrust his cock in and out of his son. Oliver tried to stifle his moaning, but he couldn’t help but get even louder the more his dad rubbed up against his prostate.
Noah rolled over on top of Oliver, keeping his grip on Oliver’s hair as he pounded him into the bed. He was pushing Oliver’s head into the pillow, further stifling his moans as he went to town on his son’s ass.
“Fuck, baby, you make daddy feel so good,” he whispered into Oliver’s ear, leaning down.
A part of him was worried he was being too rough with Oliver, but this fear was quieted as he felt his son thrusting his ass back against him. Noah picked up the pace, riding his son into the bed as they both tried their best to keep from moaning too loudly.
Finally it got too much for Noah to keep quiet on his own. He leaned down, putting his mouth on Oliver’s shoulder and biting down softly in an attempt to stifle his grunts.
Oliver felt the curious sensation of being pinned down and fucked while his father’s teeth held him by his neck. The slight pressure on his neck heightened his feelings of pleasure and accentuated the sensation of his father’s cock going in and out. He felt completely powerless in that moment, and that feeling turned him on so strongly that he felt he would cum again handsfree.
Oliver surrendered to the feeling of pleasure as he felt his father thrust his hips into Oliver’s hips again and again. It was like his asshole was in tune with his father’s dick, flexing open and closed each time to allow his dad to seamlessly penetrate him.
The feeling was so natural and so intense that Oliver couldn’t hold off any more. He reached down and slid his hand between his body and the bed, gripping his cock. He started stroking it against the bed, pushing him over the edge of orgasm as his dad’s thrusting got harder and harder.
“Yeah, stroke that cock, that’s a good boy.”
“Ngh… MMM ohhhh…” moaned Oliver into the pillow as he came.
He shot his cum all over the bed, soaking his hand in the sticky fluid.
Noah’s thrusting began to slow and his breathing became heavy as his cock began to shoot. With no other way of staying quiet, he bit down on his hand to stifle his grunts as he came inside his son.
Oliver laid there in a post-orgasmic haze, basking in the blissful feeling of his father’s penis shooting inside of him. Once, twice, three times he could feel it pulse. Oliver would never get over how good it felt to be bred by his father. It made him feel like his dad was marking him as his own.
Noah stayed there with his cock still inside Oliver as they rested. It was still early, and that orgasm had taken a lot out of the both of them.
Oliver enjoyed the weight of feeling his dad on top of him. It was almost like his dad was a security blanket keeping him warm and safe.
After a few minutes, Noah kissed Oliver on the cheek. He rolled over, getting to his feet.
“I should get back before Tony gets up,” he said.
Oliver sat up, pulling the covers up to his chest as he watched his dad put on his boxers.
“I think we should tell him,” said Oliver.
Noah laughed in shock. “No, we’re not doing that,” he said.
“Why not? Then we wouldn’t have to sneak around anymore. Plus I think he’d be okay with it.”
Noah shook his head. “He most certainly would not be okay with it. He’s gonna be gone in a week and a half, Ollie, we can wait until then.”
“I know you guys have had problems, but he loves me. He’ll understand, he’s always been so nice to me-”
“Ollie,” said Noah, sitting on the bed. He put his hand on Oliver’s arm. “I love how much you love your uncle. Really, I do. But he is not a trustworthy guy. We can’t tell him.”
“Yes we can!” said Oliver, exasperated. “I’m telling you, he’s not gonna tell anybody-”
“He’s a homophobe, Oliver,” said Noah.
“What? No he isn’t.”
Noah sighed. “Yes, he is. Trust me, he would not be okay with you dating a man, let alone your father. I think it’s sweet that you wanna tell him, but we’re not doing it.”
Oliver pushed his dad’s hand away. “You’re wrong. And you don’t get to decide everything for me!” He looked at his father, hurt. “You told me we would make these decisions together.”
“Yes, I did. And I don’t want to tell him. You don’t get to overrule that.”
“But you’re not even giving me a good reason why! You’re just ignoring what I want because you hate Uncle Tony and you’re embarrassed of me.”
Oliver was beginning to get loud. Noah raised his finger to his lips, then listened for a moment. The house was silent.
“I think we should tell him tonight,” said Oliver quietly.
“Ollie, listen to me. Your uncle… he’s not a good guy,” Noah said gently.
“Just because you don’t like him-”
“He was in prison.”
Oliver furrowed his brow in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
“For a year. He went in shortly after your mother died and he only just got out a few weeks ago.”
Oliver was staring at his father, trying to make sense of his words.
“But… why would Uncle Tony go to prison?”
Noah sighed. “He beat the shit out of some guy. A hustler.”
Oliver looked at him in confusion.
“A male prostitute, Oliver. The prosecutors claimed that it was a hate crime. They said that the hustler tried to solicit him and that your Uncle Tony freaked out and attacked him.”
“I don’t understand,” said Oliver.
“Tony is violently homophobic, Oliver. You didn’t see it because you were too young, but he’s always been that way. Something in him… he’s not right.”
“If he’s such a homophobe, why has he always been so nice to me? Since apparently it was so fucking obvious to everybody that I was gay.”
“Ollie, I don’t know. I don’t pretend to understand your uncle. I’ve tried to do what I think your mother would want me to do and keep him in your life, but he’s not the kind of guy who’s going to accept us. He’s just not.”
Noah reached out and touched Oliver’s arm. Oliver moved away from him.
“Why didn’t you tell me any of this?” he asked.
“Because you loved him. You were so attached to him when you were a kid, and your mom and I agreed that we wanted you to be in each other’s lives. I didn’t wanna poison you against him.”
Oliver sat there, his arms wrapped around himself.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” Noah asked.
“I feel like a fucking idiot,” Oliver said as he began to tear up. “It’s like I don’t have any idea what’s going on. I was too fucking stupid to even see that I was gay, I had no idea about Ashley, I apparently don’t know Uncle Tony at all…”
“You’re not stupid, baby,” said Noah. He hugged Oliver close to his chest. “It’s my fault, I should have told you about your uncle.” He looked Oliver in the eyes. “I promise you, from now on: no more secrets. Okay?”
Oliver nodded. He looked down at the bed. “I need to tell you something,” he said.
Noah looked at him with concern. “What is it?”
Oliver sighed. “It’s not a big deal, it’s just… something happened with Uncle Tony last Friday night.”
“What did he do?” Noah asked gravely.
“He didn’t DO anything,” said Oliver. “I think he was just stressed or something. He was just like, drinking a lot.”
“Did he make you drink?”
“No, I mean, he GAVE me a drink, but he wasn’t making me.”
“Did he do anything else?” asked Noah sternly. “Tell me, Oliver.”
Oliver looked at him nervously. “He offered me coke.”
Noah’s eyes narrowed in rage.
“Are you FUCKING kidding me?”
“Dad, I said no, obviously-”
“Of course you said no! Because you’re a good boy, the boy that I raised,” Noah said, his voice rising in anger. “But your Uncle Tony’s a fucking piece of shit-”
“Daddy, keep your voice down!” whispered Oliver. “Uncle Tony is not a bad guy. He’s just… down on his luck-”
“He’s not down on his luck, Ollie! He’s a fucking alcoholic!”
“Then he needs help!” said Oliver. “I get that we can’t tell him about us. I understand that. But why don’t we let him stay with us for a little bit longer?”
Noah scoffed. “I’m not letting that criminal stay in my house for a minute longer.”
“But what’s he gonna do-”
“Oliver, I love you so much. And I want to be with you more than anything, as a partner. But at the end of the day, I am still your father. I can’t allow this man to be around you. He’s bad news.”
Oliver stared at him, tears in his eyes. “I just want to help him.”
Noah pulled him into his arms, holding him. “I know, baby. I know. But sometimes there’s nothing you can do. Sometimes people just have to get there on their own.”
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Tony awoke to a knock at his door. He lifted his head off the bed, reaching around for his phone on the nightstand. It was 8:45 am. Who the fuck was knocking so early?
He got up and walked over to the door, opening it to find his brother-in-law standing there in his work suit.
“Tony, can I come in?”
Tony turned around and walked back over to the bed.
“Sure, it’s your house,” he said, plopping back down on the bed.
Noah stood there awkwardly looking around the room. Tony felt self conscious all of a sudden about the liquor bottles strewn about. But what did he have to feel self conscious about, really? He was an adult.
“Oliver told me what happened last Friday night,” said Noah. He was looking at Tony with a look in his eyes that Tony found unsettling.
“Okay… what happened last Friday night?” he asked. He wasn’t being flippant. He truly didn’t remember. He knew he’d seen his nephew briefly but that he’d bailed early on. The rest of the night was a blur.
“I know you offered him drugs, Tony.”
Tony rolled his eyes. “Really? He’s 18, Noah. What’s the big deal? He can make his own decisions.”
Noah was breathing through his nose, trying his best to keep calm.
“You need to leave. I want you out by the time Oliver gets home from school. You can keep the rest of the money I gave you and rent a cheap motel until you find a job.”
“So that’s it? No discussion, you just drop me on my ass with nothing? What would Evie think?”
“Evelyn would drag you out of this fucking house herself if she were still here,” said Noah, seething.
Tony laughed in contempt. “You know, I’d be careful if I were you. You may act like some perfect fucking parent, but I can tell that something’s wrong here.”
Noah got close to him, his face inches away from Tony’s.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Maybe I don’t like the idea of leaving my nephew alone with you. Who knows what you’ll do to him while I’m gone?”
Noah grabbed Tony by the collar of his shirt.
“Don’t be fucking disgusting, Tony,” he snarled.
Tony smirked. “You’re right, Noah. It is disgusting.”
Noah held him there for a moment, staring at him angrily. Every cell in his body was telling him to beat the shit out of his weaselly little brother-in-law.
He let go of him.
“I want you gone by the time Oliver gets back from school. Don’t come here again, Tony.”
Noah walked out, slamming the door behind him.
Tony sat on the bed fuming. How fucking dare he? As if Tony were the bad influence when Noah was the one who…
Tony walked over to the window, ripping the curtains open to look outside. He watched as Noah got into his car and backed out of the driveway before heading down the street.
Tony immediately took a beeline to Noah’s room. He was going to show him. All he needed was proof that Noah was fucking his son and he’d have his asshole of a brother-in-law by the balls.
He opened the door, looking around to see if he could find any evidence at all that would point to an incestuous union between father and son. He didn’t even know what he was looking for, really. Naked pictures of Oliver? A sling? He figured he’d know it when he saw it.
He looked through Noah’s drawers. He couldn’t find anything in the dresser drawers, although he did find some lube in the nightstand. That had to be suspicious, right? What married man with a dead wife needs lube? Although technically Tony supposed Noah could’ve been having butt sex with Evie before she died.
Gross. He didn’t want to think about that. He threw the lube back in the nightstand and began to look under the bed. Nothing there. Frustrated, Tony tore through his closet, looking in drawers and dressers and anything that looked like it might have something gay hidden in it. But there was nothing there.
Oh well. He was a patient man. All he had to do was wait and surely the opportunity would present itself. In fact, Noah may have just given him the perfect opportunity to catch them. With Tony out of the house, they would be much more likely to slip up. All he had to do was be there when they did.
He went back to his room and started shoving clothes in his bag. He left the empty liquor bottles and dirty sheets. His brother-in-law could clean up after him.
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When Oliver got home from school, his dad was already in the living room.
“Dad? What are you doing home so early?”
His dad walked over to him and picked him up, holding him in his arms as he leaned in for a kiss. Oliver closed his eyes, losing himself in his dad’s embrace.
“I thought we could go out tonight,” said Noah once he’d broken the kiss. “Celebrate our newfound freedom.”
Oliver’s face fell. “You mean… you told him to go?”
Noah set Oliver down. “It was for the best, honey. Trust me. And now that it’s just us, we don’t have to sneak around anymore.” He smiled. “So I was thinking, maybe we could get a bite to eat and then go to Coney Island. Wander around, play some games... just enjoy being young and in love.”
Oliver laughed. “I think I’m the one who is young and in love. You’re just in love.”
Noah kissed him again. “You’re right. I am in love.”
Oliver blushed. “Okay, daddy. Let me just get ready.”
Oliver ended up wearing a pair of green overalls and a tight grey polo shirt. He hadn’t worn the overalls in forever because he thought they made him look like a little kid. Tonight, however, he didn’t mind feeling a bit boyish. He felt confident in them, and plus they were really fucking cute.
He threw on a jacket and walked downstairs to find his dad dressed in a dark blue sweater and a pair of slacks.
“Oh, baby,” said his dad as he took him in his arms.
Oliver wrapped his arms around the back of his dad’s neck as he leaned up to kiss him. He moaned into his mouth as his dad slipped his hand inside his overalls and softly squeezed his butt.
“You look so sexy,” his dad whispered in his ear.
They held hands as they walked out to the car. Noah opened the car door again for his son and helped him into the passenger seat.
Oliver watched him walk around to the driver’s seat, his heart giddy with excitement. Their last date had been so fraught and full of fear and tension. Now Oliver felt like he was really ready to accept all of the love and adoration his father was willing to thrust upon him.
They ended up getting something to eat at a cute little cafe in Brooklyn just a few blocks away from Coney Island. It was small but quiet and they managed to get a little corner booth in the back near the kitchen.
They sat looking over the menu, with Noah rubbing Oliver’s leg underneath the table. Oliver smiled as he perused the menu options.
“Anything look good to you?” asked Noah.
Oliver set down the menu. “It all looks good… why don’t you pick for me?”
Noah raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? You like that?”
Oliver leaned in and kissed him, then nodded, biting his lip.
“You got it, baby,” said Noah.
He kissed Oliver again, sticking his tongue in his mouth as he tasted his son.
“Here are your waters,” said their waiter as he set them down on the table. He stared at them awkwardly.
Noah cleared his throat. “Thanks. I think we still need a few minutes to decide.”
The waiter nodded and walked away. Oliver and his father looked at each other and then cracked up laughing.
“I think he’s a bit weirded out,” said Oliver.
“I can’t help it. I’m like a horny teenager around you, I can’t keep my hands to myself,” said Noah. He growled and grabbed Oliver’s sides.
Oliver giggled, pushing his dad’s hands away.
They managed to keep it together long enough to get through dinner, waiting until the waiter was gone to sneak in sweet kisses and the occasional grope.
“So, have you told your friend Manny about us yet?” Noah asked as they ate their dinner.
Oliver shook his head. “I haven’t had a chance yet.”
“Haven’t you guys been working out together every day after school?”
“Yeah... but it needs to be the right time and place, and we don’t exactly have the weight room to ourselves. It’s hard to find privacy.”
Noah smirked. “Didn’t you and I manage to find a nice, quiet science lab to be alone in?”
Oliver rolled his eyes. “Look, I’ll tell him, I promise. I just want to make sure that I let him down gently.”
“Do you think he has feelings for you?”
Oliver raised an eyebrow. “Oh, are we jealous?” he teased.
“Maybe,” Noah growled. He picked up Oliver’s hand and kissed it.
“Well, you were the one who told me to go for it.”
“I wanted you to get out of your comfort zone so you could explore your sexuality. So that if you did choose me…” he stared into Oliver’s eyes. “...you would know what you were getting into.”
Oliver stared back at his father and smiled.
“I know what I’m getting into.”
After they finished their meal, Noah paid the bill and they walked outside, heading down the street towards the boardwalk.
Neither of them noticed the man in the beanie who sat with his face buried in a cafe menu as they passed. He watched them for a moment as they walked down the street, then got up from his table and began to follow after them.
Noah and Oliver walked through the attractions at Coney Island, taking in the sights and sounds of the amusement park. The screams of the kids from the roller coasters blared overhead as they walked through the park holding hands.
“Step right up and prove your strength!” shouted a tall man in a pinstriped top hat.
He was holding a large mallet in front of one of those high striker carnival games. Oliver and Noah watched as a man took the mallet from him and swung it as hard as he could down on the lever. The numbers ranged from 10 to 90 leading up to the bell at the top. They watched as the puck shot up all the way to 50, then fell back down with a loud clang.
“Aww, better luck next time,” said the man. “Who’s next? Who are the men out of the boys?”
Noah nudged Oliver, grinning. “You wanna try?”
“Oh, I- I mean-”
“Come on, it’ll be fun. I’ll give him a ticket,” said Noah.
He handed the man in the top hat a ticket. “One for my boy here,” he said, winking at Oliver.
“How’s about it, son?” asked the man. “Are you strong enough to ring the bell?”
“Probably not,” laughed Oliver. “But I’ll try!”
He took the mallet from the man and looked up at the bell. It seemed impossibly high. He looked over at his dad, who was smiling at him.
“Go on, Ollie. You’ve got this!” he cheered.
Oliver gripped the mallet in his hand and swung down as hard as he could. He could feel his arms vibrating as the mallet smacked into the lever, sending a shock throughout his whole body.
Oliver and his dad watched as the puck ran up to 10… 20… then dropped back down with a loud clang.
Oliver’s face turned red in embarrassment. So much for all that time in the gym.
“Aww, that’s okay, it’s tougher than it looks. How about you, sir? You wanna give it a try?” asked the man.
“Sure,” said Noah. He patted Oliver on the back, then grabbed the mallet from him.
Oliver watched as his dad approached the lever, staring at it with an intense look on his face.
“AGH!” shouted Noah as he brought the mallet swinging down onto the lever.
Oliver watched as the puck shot up like a cannon. 40..50..60..70… it kept going until it rang the bell with an ear-splitting “DING!”
“Aha! We have a strongman, I see!” shouted the man. He pointed back at a display wall full of trinkets. “What’ll it be? You can have anything on the board.”
Noah grinned. He turned to Oliver. “What do you want, Ollie? You want the stuffed bear?”
Oliver smiled. “Sure,” he said.
“You can take it to college to warm your bed while I’m gone,” Noah said, winking.
Oliver frowned. He watched as the man took down the big stuffed bear. Before he knew it, there were tears in his eyes.
Noah turned to see his son wiping a tear out of his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing….”
“Hey,” said Noah, leaning his face down to Oliver’s. He brushed Oliver’s hair back with his hands and looked into his eyes.
“Why are you crying?”
“Because, we only just started this and now I’m gonna be leaving…” said Oliver, his voice thick with emotion. “I don’t want to be apart just when we’ve finally found each other.”
Noah rubbed his back. “I’ll still be here. And I’ll visit. As often as you’ll have me.”
“I’m just worried about the whole long distance thing. I mean, we’re only just now getting started and the idea of putting things on hold…”
“Ollie, trust me, you’re gonna love college,” said Noah. “It’ll be the time of your life. You’ll have endless potential, unlimited resources… you’re gonna make so many friends you won’t even miss me.”
“But I will miss you, dad. Don’t you get it? I can’t breathe when I’m not with you. I’m so fucking in love with you that it hurts. I don’t wanna leave you…”
Noah hugged him. “I know, baby, I know…” He lifted his face and kissed him softly. “You’re never gonna lose me. I promise.”
The man with the top hat coughed. He stood there awkwardly, still holding the bear.
Noah and Oliver broke apart.
“Oh, uh, that was just… he’s my boyfriend.”
“Dad is like a nickname,” said Oliver hurriedly.
“Trust me, I’ve seen a May-December relationship before. It’s nothing new,” said the man. “So, do you want the bear or not?”
Oliver nodded. The man handed it to him.
“Step right up! Who will be our next strongman?” yelled the man as Oliver and his father walked further along the boardwalk.
“Sir, do you have what it takes?” he asked the man in the beanie.
“What? No, get the fuck away from me,” said the man. He saw Noah and Oliver turn the corner and hurried after them.
“Asshole,” said the carnival man under his breath.
After a few more minutes of walking around, Noah and Oliver had had enough and decided to head back home. They walked back towards the parking garage where they’d left the car, holding hands as they strolled along the sidewalk.
“I had fun tonight,” said Oliver, smiling.
Noah squeezed his hand. “Good. And I want you to know, we’ll get through the long distance thing, okay? It won’t be forever.”
Oliver nodded. His heart still felt heavy in his chest when he thought about leaving his dad, but he felt safe with his father’s hand in his.
“I have to say, it was pretty nice tonight calling you my boyfriend,” Noah said as they got into the car.
Oliver couldn’t suppress a smile. “So that’s what we’re calling it then?”
Noah laughed. “What, would you prefer calling me daddy instead?”
“Maybe,” said Oliver, smirking.
Noah looked at him, intrigued. “Yeah? You like calling me daddy? Being my little boy?”
Oliver reached over into Noah’s lap, laying his fingers on his dad’s growing cock. “I know that I like daddy’s cock,” he said, pulling it through the fly of his dad’s jeans and stroking it.
Noah took a deep breath. “Fuck, boy. Your hand feels so good.”
Oliver grinned mischievously. “I can think of something that feels even better.”
He slipped off his seatbelt and leaned over, taking his dad’s cock in his mouth.
Noah’s eyes widened. “Ollie, we’re in public.”
Oliver took his mouth off of his dad’s cock. “We’re in a parking garage. No one’s gonna see…”
He went back to sucking his dad’s cock. Noah put his hand on his son’s head, moaning.
“Fuck, Ollie, your mouth feels so good.”
Oliver moved his tongue all around his dad’s shaft as it grew to its full length inside him. Oliver was hungry for his dad’s dick, having gone all day without being able to feel it or taste it. He savored the taste in his mouth as he bobbed up and down on it.
For someone who hadn’t sucked cock until a week ago, Oliver was quickly becoming a pro. He was learning just how to make a man feel good, how to apply the right amount of suction and stimulate the balls. Noah couldn’t be prouder, especially since he was reaping all the benefits.
Oliver reached down and began to stroke his hairy balls.
“Fuck, baby,” Noah said, reaching over and slipping his hand down the back of Oliver’s pants.
Oliver moaned onto his father’s cock as he felt his dad’s finger slip into his hole. He continued blowing his dad from the passenger’s seat while Noah fingered him. His dad’s hands felt like magic, and the way he wiggled his finger whenever it was inside him made Oliver want to cum in his overalls right then and there.
They continued pleasuring each other in the car, the windows growing hot and steamy from the heat and their heavy breathing.
“Fuck, son, I’m gonna blow,” said Noah. Oliver picked up the pace, sucking his dad’s cock even faster as he pushed back against his dad’s finger. Noah continued to jab his finger inside his son’s asshole, poking his prostate again and again as he felt himself growing closer to orgasm.
“Ugh… fuck baby, I’m cumming,” said Noah as he began to fill his son’s mouth with jizz.
Oliver swallowed his dad’s cum hungrily, eager not to spill a drop in his dad’s car and mess up the vinyl. He moaned on his dad’s cock as his dad’s fingers brought him almost to the edge...
Both of their hearts stopped as they heard a loud rap on the door. They looked up to see a man in a beanie and sunglasses standing outside the door.
“Fuck! Dad, who is that?” asked Oliver, sitting back up. He wiped the cum off of his lips.
“Stay here, Ollie,” said Noah.
He opened the door and shut it behind him, glaring at the man.
“Who the fuck are you?”
The man with the beanie grinned. He took off his sunglasses, then ripped the beanie off his head, revealing his wavy red hair.
“I fucking knew it,” said Tony.
Noah’s face went pale.
“Dad, what’s going on?” asked Oliver as he opened the passenger door. He stood and saw Tony standing there, staring at his father with a malevolent smile on his face. His jaw dropped in shock.
“I knew you were a fucking creep, perving on your son,” said Tony.
“Uncle Tony, it’s not like that,” said Oliver. He walked around the car towards Tony. “I wanted to tell you earlier, but… we’re in love.”
Tony scoffed. “Look what you did to the poor kid. Probably brainwashed him into thinking he’s a faggot in the first place.”
Noah grabbed Tony and shoved him back against the wall of the parking structure.
“Call my son a fag again, I fucking dare you,” he snarled.
Tony smirked. “I have to say, I’m more surprised that you’re the fag. I’m sure you must have kept that a secret from Evie.”
“She knew who I was,” said Noah quietly.
“Thank God she died before she had to see you fuck your son,” said Tony.
Oliver’s eyes went wide as his father reached his fist back and punched Tony in the face.
“You son of a bitch!” yelled Noah.
“Dad, stop!”
Oliver ran over to Tony, who had fallen to the ground.
“Uncle Tony, are you okay?”
Tony spit on the ground. “I’m fine, Ollie,” he said. He turned to Noah and said, “Tell me, Noah. How much do you think it’s gonna cost for me to keep this quiet? 50 grand? 100 grand?”
“Fuck you,” said Noah.
“Uncle Tony!” said Oliver, staring at him in confusion. “What are you talking about? You can’t tell anyone about us, we could get in trouble.”
“What do you think your partners at the firm will think when they find out you’re fucking your son? Can’t imagine that your clients will be too happy about it.”
“Go ahead and tell them. I don’t care,” said Noah. “I love my son and I’m not ashamed of it.”
“Well you should be,” said Tony. “I wonder what Oliver’s college will do when they find out. You know they can rescind his admission.”
“Uncle Tony…” said Oliver. He was in shock. How could his uncle be saying these things?
“Yeah, I’ve read about that happening. It would be a shame for your actions to keep him from having a successful life.”
“If you do that I’ll fucking kill you,” said Noah. He grabbed Tony’s shirt and pulled him up, rearing back his fist to punch him again.
“Dad, don’t hurt him,” said Oliver.
“I’ll tell your firm, I’ll tell his college, I’ll tell the fucking New York Times if I have to.”
“Stop it!” yelled Oliver. “Uncle Tony, you don’t mean that.”
Tony stared at Noah with absolute hatred.
“But it doesn’t have to be this way, Noah. You give me the money and I won’t breathe a word of it.”
Noah stared at him, his fist still reared in the air. He was shaking.
“...how much money?” he asked.
“Dad, you can’t,” said Oliver.
“100 grand. That should be enough.”
“I can’t get you that kind of money.”
Tony smirked. “I’m patient. I’ll take it in installments. But I’m gonna need a big chunk of it upfront. At least 20 grand, no later than Friday.”
Noah lowered his fist. “Fine,” he said, letting go of Tony. He looked absolutely broken.
“Dad, we can’t afford that, can we?” said Oliver.
Noah looked at his son, his eyes full of melancholy. “We have to, Ollie. He’s right, if this got out… you would never get into college. I can’t get in the way of the rest of your life.”
“Listen to him, Oliver,” said Tony.
Oliver glared at him. “Shut the fuck up, Uncle Tony,” he said. “How could you do this to us? To me? I thought that you were family.”
Tony stared at him blankly. “You don’t know what it’s like out there, Oliver. It’s a tough world. Sometimes you just gotta do what you have to to survive.”
“Get the fuck out of here,” said Noah. “You’ll have your money by next week.”
Tony nodded. “We have a deal.”
He walked off without another word.
Oliver stared after him, tears in his eyes. “I don’t understand… how could he do this to us, dad?”
Noah shook his head. “This is all my fault, Ollie,” he said. “I never should have started this in the first place.”
Oliver looked at him in shock. “Dad…”
“Get in the car. Let’s go home.”
Noah opened the door of his car and got in. Oliver stood there for a moment as the full weight of what had just happened washed over him. He walked numbly around to the passenger’s side of the car and got in. He sat there in silence as his dad started the car and began to drive.
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