They didn’t speak a word the whole drive home. Oliver sat there in silence as his dad kept his hands gripped on the wheel, staring out at the road. He wanted to break the silence, to apologize, to say anything at all not to feel this way. By the time they got home and walked through the door, the cold and empty house felt like a prison.
“I’m gonna go to bed,” said Noah. He started up the stairs when Oliver grabbed his arm.
“Wait.”
The look of pain in his dad’s eyes made Oliver start to cry. “I’m sorry, Dad.” Oliver said, his face contorting as tears streamed out. “This is all my fault. If I’d just waited until we were home, if I hadn’t been so selfish-”
“Ollie…”
“- he would never have caught us. You warned me about him and I didn’t listen. And now I’ve ruined everything. I’m so sorry daddy.”
Oliver grabbed his father, holding him as he sobbed against his chest.
Noah wrapped his arms around his son, rubbing his back softly.
“Baby, it’s not your fault. It’s mine.”
Oliver looked up at his dad in shock.
“I should never have put this on you in the first place. I should have known better. I wasn’t thinking, I was blinded by my feelings for you…”
Noah had tears in his eyes. His voice grew husky as he said, “You told me that I should have just kept my feelings to myself. If I had done that, if I had just kept it to myself, like you wanted, you wouldn’t be in this mess. You would have your whole future ahead of you. You’d be able to find someone, a man you can actually make a family with.”
Oliver shook his head incredulously. “I don’t want some man, dad, I want you. I’m glad you told me how you felt. You were right, you were right about everything. I love you. And I wanna be with you.”
He kissed his dad. Noah kissed him back for a moment, then pushed him away.
Oliver grabbed his face, looking in his eyes. “We can get past this, we’ll find a way to pay him off, I’ll… I’ll defer going to college for a year-”
“Oliver-”
“-two years, forever. I don’t care. Whatever it takes!”
“You are not giving up on college. I’m not gonna let that happen.” Noah took Oliver’s hands away from his face. “I am going to fix this. You don’t have to worry about anything. You’re going to go to college and you’re going to live your life and leave me behind to clean up the mess I created.”
Oliver looked up at his dad, his face trembling. “But what about us?”
“I can’t do this anymore, Oliver. I won’t put you at risk.”
Oliver was in shock. “What are you saying?”
“I’m sorry, Ollie… but we’re done.”
“You don’t mean that.”
Noah stared at him, his eyes red. “Yes I do.”
He walked up the stairs and into his bedroom as Oliver stared after him in disbelief.
“Daddy!” Oliver called after him as he shut the door behind him.
He stood there in shock, looking around the room, unable to reconcile what had happened. Everything felt like it was spinning. He could feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest, hear it pounding in his ears. How could this have happened? How did they get here?
He walked numbly up the stairs towards his room and shut the door behind him. As he began to get undressed, he felt the full weight of what had happened that night wash over him. He sank to his knees, crying. He sat there on the ground and sobbed. He so desperately wanted to go over to his father’s room, throw himself into his arms, and beg him to hold him. Part of him hoped that maybe his father would even hear his crying and come to comfort him.
But it was wishful thinking. After a few minutes, Oliver collected himself, got to his knees, and finished disrobing. He got underneath the covers, pulling a pillow to his chest to have something to hold onto. He’d never felt so alone in his life. Even when his mother died, he knew he still had his father there to comfort him. But not anymore.
Oliver cried himself to sleep, desperately hoping that there was some way back from this.
Like every morning after a good cry, Oliver awoke feeling slightly better about his situation. He knew they were still in the same awful predicament as before, but he was determined to find a way through it — together. He didn’t care what his father said. He wasn’t going to give up that easily.
He walked downstairs to find his father gone, with a note on the kitchen counter that read:
“Ollie. I’ve gone to run a few errands. I’ll be back later today. Dad.”
Oliver sank down on the chair. What could he do? There had to be something. Sure, he didn’t exactly have access to 100 grand. Hell, he barely had a couple hundred bucks in his bank account. He’d never even had a job before. He suddenly realized how powerless he truly was.
“Fuck that,” he thought.
He picked up his phone and began to dial.
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“Well, you’ve got excellent credit. I think we can definitely come up with some pretty decent interest rates.”
Noah sat in one of those uncomfortable lounge chairs they seemed to have at every bank, nodding at the teller.
“And you can do it for the full $100,000?” he asked.
“Well, we only offer up to $40,000 for personal loans. But if you’re looking for a mortgage, then I can get you higher.”
“I need it in cash. By Friday.”
The bank teller frowned.
“That might be a problem. It’s three business days to get approved, then at least another three before you have access to the funds.”
Noah sighed in frustration. “Is there anywhere that I can get the funds quicker?”
“You can try an online lender. But they’re not going to give you the kind of interest rates that we’ll be able to provide.”
Noah put his head in his hands. “Okay, what if… what if I took money out of my retirement fund? I know I’d take a hit with taxes, but would I be able to get at least 20 grand?”
The bank teller nodded. “Yes, that would be possible… although you would also have to pay a 10% early withdrawal fee. You’re going to be taking quite a hit. May I ask what the money is for?”
“Does it matter?”
“Well, no. But there are easier ways to get money if you’re willing to wait. What’s the rush?”
Noah stared at him resolutely. “When will I have access to the funds?”
“I can put the transfer in now, but it won’t be processed until Monday. You should have the funds by about 2 business days from then.”
Noah nodded. “Good. Then we’re done.”
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“Thanks for coming,” said Oliver.
“Of course, bro. You know I’m here for you,” said Manny.
They sat at a table at Toast drinking milkshakes. Well, Oliver was drinking a milkshake. Manny had brought his own protein shake from home, saying something that went over Oliver’s head about being in a bulking phase.
“I was wondering if your dad was hiring?” asked Oliver.
Manny furrowed his brow. “He’s a mechanic, man. Do you know anything about cars?”
“I’m a quick learner. Or I could just help out in the office or something. Part-time, whatever’s available.”
“Why do you wanna work at the auto shop?” asked Manny.
“I need money,” said Oliver.
“Is it for college? I thought you had a scholarship to help with that.”
“I do. It’s not for college, it’s… for something else.”
Manny raised an eyebrow. “Okay...”
Oliver stared at him nervously, trying to work up his courage.
“Are you gonna tell me what it is, or are you just gonna keep talking around what’s going on?”
Oliver sighed. “Manny, I have to tell you something, but I need you to promise that this stays between us.”
“Of course bro. You know you’re my boy.”
“My dad and I… well… I guess there’s no other way of saying this. We’re together.”
Manny stared at him blankly.
“Like, together together.”
Manny’s eyes widened. “Like, fucking?” he asked.
Oliver nodded. “I mean, yeah, that’s one way of putting it.”
Manny sat back in his seat, running his fingers through his hair. “Fuck, man. That’s wild.”
“I’ve been wanting to tell you all week,” said Oliver. “But I could never find the right time. After what happened with us in the showers… it made me realize how I felt about my dad.”
Manny stared at him with a look that Oliver couldn’t quite read.
“I mean, the shower was really fun,” Oliver said quickly. “I think I’m just-”
“You’re in love with your dad.”
“Yeah.”
Manny took a deep breath. “Wow, man. This is a lot to drop on me over milkshakes.”
Oliver’s face turned red. He looked down.
“But hey. I’m happy for you.”
Oliver looked up at him. Manny was giving him a half-smile.
“I mean, it sucks that I won’t get to tap that ass, but…” he said, grinning. “You’re my friend. It’s your life, you know? If you’re happy, then that’s all that matters.”
Oliver smiled. “Thank you,” he said quietly. “It means a lot to hear you say that.”
Suddenly Manny furrowed his eyebrows. “Wait a second. What does this have to do with you needing money?”
Oliver groaned. “Because my uncle found out about me and my dad and now he’s blackmailing us for 100 grand.”
“Jesus!”
“We don’t have that kind of money, but I was hoping that I could save up some and help my dad. You know, actually do something instead of just sitting on my ass.”
“Oh shit,” said Manny. “I can’t believe your uncle’s blackmailing you. What a dick.”
Oliver shook his head. “I don’t understand it. It’s like, he was always so good to me growing up. I remember he used to come into town and we’d go to the movies or go-karting, just the two of us. He just seemed so cool and.. I really thought that he was my friend, you know?”
Oliver looked away sadly. “But now it’s like I don’t even know him at all.”
Manny put his hand on Oliver’s shoulder and rubbed it.
“I’m sorry, man,” he said. “I’ll talk to my dad and see if he can find something for you at the shop.”
“Thanks,” said Oliver. He put his head in his hands. “I just feel so stupid. Like, I didn’t even know Uncle Tony was in prison for the last year.”
Manny gave him a strange look. “What?”
“Yeah, apparently he spent a year in prison for beating up some gay guy. He just got out like a month ago.”
Manny stared at him, his mouth slightly open.
“What?”
“Your Uncle Tony… is he like kinda scrawny, wavy red hair, mid 30’s?”
Oliver’s eyes widened. “Yeah… how did you know that?”
Manny put his fist to his mouth, laughing. “Dude… holy shit. I think I might have fucked your uncle!”
Oliver’s jaw dropped. “What the fuck?”
Manny pounded the table, unable to control his laughter. “I’m telling you, last Saturday I fucked this guy named Tony who told me he’d just gotten out of prison. I thought he was joking, but apparently not. Show me a pic of him,” he said, gesturing to Oliver’s phone.
Oliver pulled out his phone. He found a picture of his uncle from a few years ago and showed it to Manny.
“Holy shit dude, yes, that’s him! Oh my God, I can’t believe I fucked your uncle.”
“I can’t believe my uncle’s gay!” said Oliver, his eyes wide. “I don’t understand, my dad said he was a homophobe... why would he have fucked you?”
“Oh he didn’t fuck me, dude. I fucked him.”
Oliver rolled his eyes. “Okay, that’s not something I needed to know.”
“I see what you mean though, bro. Like, I don’t mean to talk shit about your uncle, but I could tell he’s got issues. Don’t get me wrong, he was a great fuck, but he had bad news written all over him. I’m not surprised he’s a self-hating gay. I guess it’s a good thing I never texted him.”
Oliver’s eyes widened. A plan was beginning to shape in his mind. “He gave you his number?”
Manny nodded. “Yeah. I was thinking about, you know, maybe going at it again. He was fun. But if he’s as bad as you say he is, it’s probably a good thing I dodged that bullet.”
He chugged the rest of his protein shake. Oliver grabbed his hand. “Would you fuck him again?” he asked desperately.
Manny raised an eyebrow. “You want me to fuck your uncle?”
“Not necessarily. But I do need your help.”
Manny shrugged. “I mean, yeah, I’d fuck him again. He’s definitely my type. You know, the way he pretends to be all bad boy but you know he’s a total sub underneath it all. Plus you know I got a thing for the scrawny guys.”
Oliver grimaced. “Ew. That’s my uncle.”
“Dude, you’re fucking your dad,” said Manny.
Oliver rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but at least my dad’s hot.”
Manny raised an eyebrow.
“Okay, point taken. But seriously, I need your help. I think I may have found a way to get out of this mess, but I can’t do it without you.”
Manny smiled. “Of course, bro. Just tell me what to do.”
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Oliver got home to find his father waiting for him in the kitchen.
“Daddy!” he said, rushing into his father’s arms.
Noah held his son for a moment, then let go of him, gently pushing him away.
“It’s done, Ollie. You don’t have to worry about your uncle anymore. I’ve got it taken care of.”
Oliver grabbed his father’s hands, looking up at him in excitement.
“Daddy, listen to me. You don’t have to pay him. I’ve found us a way out of this!”
Noah frowned. “What are you talking about?
“Well, you kinda gave me the idea for it, actually,” said Oliver, smiling. “You kept telling me how homophobic Uncle Tony was. Well, I finally found out the reason why. He’s gay!”
Noah stared at him in confusion. “What?”
Oliver nodded. “Yeah! My friend Manny fucked him.”
Noah’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “WHAT?”
“I know!” Oliver giggled. “So I figured, if he’s trying to blackmail us, why don’t we do the same right back to him?”
Noah rubbed his eyes. “Ollie, I don’t know… this doesn’t feel right.”
“Dad, we don’t have any other choice. We can’t live like this, constantly under Uncle Tony’s thumb. Do you really think he’s gonna go away after you give him the money?”
Noah sighed. “No. I don’t.”
“Then this is the only way. Please, let me do this. Then we can be together.”
Noah shook his head sadly. “We can’t be together, Ollie.”
Oliver blinked. “What are you talking about? I’m giving us the perfect out!”
“Someone else is bound to find out eventually. The wrong person. And then it’ll all come crashing down again, and I won’t be able to protect you-”
“I don’t need you to protect me,” said Oliver angrily. “I need you to love me.”
“I do love you, Ollie. That’s why I’m doing this. You’re gonna be fine, you’re gonna find someone who will take care of you the way you deserve.”
”Stop being a stubborn old man,” said Oliver. He grabbed his father’s hands and squeezed them, staring him in the eyes. “Like it or not, you opened up something in me that I can’t close. I couldn’t put my feelings for you away if I tried. So no, we are not going to end this. We are going to get through this.”
Oliver hugged him tightly. Noah’s eyes began to tear up. He wanted so desperately to listen to his son, to allow himself to hope that they could be together. Still, he was so angry with himself for putting Oliver in danger. He needed to stay strong.
But Oliver felt so good in his arms. Noah could feel his son breathing against his chest, feel the softness of his hair against his neck. Oliver lifted his head and kissed his father gently on the neck.
“I love you, daddy,” he said softly. “I know you love me too.”
Noah could feel himself getting hard. He needed to shut this down, he needed to push his son away and lock himself in his room all day if that’s what it took to control himself. He had a plan, he was going to get the money to pay off his brother-in-law…
Oliver kissed his way up his dad’s neck, across his jawline and towards his lips. Noah opened his mouth slightly to speak, but Oliver pressed his lips against his and stifled whatever he’d been about to say. Instead of pushing him away, Noah found himself grabbing his son by the waist and pulling his smaller frame tight against himself.
“Oh Ollie…” he said before kissing him back deeply.
Noah opened his mouth to receive his son’s insistent tongue. Oliver kissed his father tenderly, wrapping his arms around his father’s neck as he gave into his passionate embrace.
Any resistance Noah had to his son was now gone. He wanted his son, and he wanted him now. He picked Oliver up and hoisted him up onto the kitchen counter, grabbing his pants as he began quickly unbuckling them. Oliver helped his father shimmy off his pants and briefs, releasing his erection. Noah took Oliver’s dick into his mouth, enveloping it with his warm tongue as Oliver put his hand on his head and moaned.
He bobbed up and down on his son’s penis, tasting the warm flesh of Oliver’s precum as it leaked out into his mouth. Nothing in the world tasted so good as his son’s penis did in that moment. His own cock was about to bust out of his pants, but all he cared about in that moment was giving his son as much pleasure as humanly possible. He reached down and fondled Oliver’s balls, rolling them around in his hand as he continued to fellate his son.
Oliver leaned back, his fingers running through his father’s as he gave in to the pleasure. His dad had eaten his ass several times that week, but this feeling was entirely new. Oliver had never had a blowjob before, and the feeling of his father’s mouth on his cock was a thousand times better than the feeling of his own hand.
After a few minutes of unbelievable pleasure, however, OIiver felt a growing need within him to be filled. He lifted his dad’s head off of his cock and to his mouth, then kissed him on the lips.
“I need you, daddy,” he said breathlessly.
He hopped off the counter and turned around. He leaned against the kitchen counter, sticking his naked butt out at his clothed father. Noah was helpless at the sight of his son’s bare ass. He unzipped his pants and quickly pulled his dick out of his boxers. He lined it up against Oliver’s hole, rubbing his leaking cock against his son’s throbbing asshole.
Oliver let out a high pitched moan as his father slid inside him. Noah wrapped his arms around Oliver’s torso, holding him close to his chest as his dick made its way further inside him.
“Oh, baby,” he moaned as he felt his cock bottom out inside his son.
They kissed again as Noah began to slowly thrust in and out. Oliver’s hole reacted instantly, expanding and contracting to allow Noah’s cock to slide in and out seamlessly. A week of anal sex and Oliver was already a natural. The feeling of his dad’s cock on his anal walls would never get old to Oliver, as he found his body racked with waves of pleasure.
Noah grabbed onto his son’s shoulders, gripping him tightly as he bucked his hips deep inside his son. Oliver’s asshole was so tight around his cock that he never wanted to stop. He knew that as much as he’d been trying to protect his son, he was completely powerless over his desire. His love for Oliver was so overwhelming that all his son needed to do was look at him for Noah to want to bend him over and be balls deep inside him.
Oliver leaned over onto the kitchen counter, bracing himself against it as he felt his father pound him from behind. He would never understand how such a thick cock could fit in his small hole, but the feelings that came from their union meant that he didn’t care. Oliver didn’t need to know why his father fucking him felt so good — it simply did.
As he felt his father thrusting wildly into him from behind, Oliver was reminded of how similar it felt to their first time in the science lab. Indeed, his passionate desire for his father was as strong now as it had been then, and he wanted nothing more than for his father to fill him with his seed just like he had that very first time.
“Oh… OH, FUCK, baby,” said his dad as he continued to thrust again and again.
Oliver leaned back and kissed his dad, sticking his tongue in his mouth as he felt his father’s thrusts grow weaker.
“Do it, daddy…” he said. “Fill me. Please…”
Noah grunted as he came inside his son. He continued to thrust back and forth as Oliver contracted his asshole around his cock, milking him of every last drop of cum.
Oliver could feel his father’s liquid filling up his anal cavity, a warm, wet feeling that brought a flush to his cheeks. As he felt his dad’s cock rubbing up against just the right spot of his prostate, Oliver felt his own dick begin to spurt as he came hands-free once again. As if he needed any more of a sign that he and his father were made for each other.
Noah rested against his son, breathing heavily in his ear as the pulsing of his cock began to subside. He kissed Oliver on the neck, then slowly pulled his cock out of his son’s tight asshole.
Oliver turned around and kissed his father, hugging him tightly as they embraced. No matter what happened between the two of them, he knew they would always find their way back to each other.
“Now,” he said, once they’d finished kissing. “Are you ready to hear my plan?”
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Tony was balls deep in his 3rd beer when his phone buzzed.
“Hey Wyatt,” read the text. “Or is it Tony? Been awhile. You miss me?”
Tony set his beer down on the bar, his heart thumping. He decided to play it cool.
“Surprised to hear from you, Joey,” he wrote. “Thought mom and dad would be keeping you busy.”
His phone buzzed with another text.
“They’re gone this weekend. Was thinking maybe you’d come over tomorrow and we could have a little fun?”
Tony licked his lips. “Fuck yeah,” he wrote. “What time?”
“Meet me at my place at noon. I’ll text you the address in the morning,” he responded.
Tony drained his beer, smirking. Looks like things really were starting to look up for him. Not only was he getting a big fat bundle at the end of the week, but he’d be getting his rocks off too. Maybe he’d treat Joey to a little weekend away sometime with his newfound cash. Well, at least once the kid graduated high school.
The next morning, Oliver was a bundle of nerves. He knew his plan was solid, but he still couldn’t help but feel anxious.
Oliver, Noah, and Manny all met at Ashley’s at 11. When they got there, she swung open the front door, beaming at them.
“I am SO glad we’re doing this! This is so exciting,” she squealed, rushing to hug Oliver and Manny.
“Thanks for letting us use your house,” said Oliver.
She waved him off. “Are you kidding? My dad would have a heart attack if he knew a couple of guys were gonna fuck on his bed. And you know I’ll take any chance I can get to stick it to him. I’m just glad my parents chose this weekend to go down to the Jersey shore.”
“I don’t think it’s gonna get as far as sex,” said Oliver as they walked inside the house. “We just wanna catch him in a compromising position.”
“I mean, I don’t mind if it goes there,” said Manny, grinning. “I’d say having a dick in your ass is a pretty compromising position, wouldn’t you?”
Ashley nodded. “I’m with Manny.”
Oliver rolled his eyes. “No, I’m not gonna do that to him. He’s still my uncle. We’re sticking with the original plan. Dad, did you bring the box from the car?”
Noah walked in carrying a plastic storage container. “I got it, Ollie. Thank God I went as a cop for Halloween last year.”
“Ooh, I bet that must have driven you wild, booboo bear,” said Ashley.
Oliver blushed. “Let’s hurry up and get the room ready! I wanna make sure everything’s in place before he gets here.”
By the time Tony arrived an hour later, the house was seemingly empty. Manny waited in the living room, nervously checking his phone. He had never been much of an actor, but luckily for him he was great at seducing people.
His heart skipped a beat as the doorbell rang. He tried his best to act cool as he walked over and opened the door.
“Sup, stud?” he said, leaning against the doorway with a smirk.
Tony stood there, trying not to quiver in his boots. He was just as nervous as Manny was.
“Hey,” he said gruffly. “Can I come in?”
“Right this way,” said Manny, gesturing him in and closing the door behind him.
“Nice place,” said Tony, looking around. “Lotta Jesus stuff.”
Manny looked at the many crosses lining the walls. “Yeah, my parents are total Jesus freaks. Makes this feel all the more naughty, doesn’t it?”
He grabbed Tony by the hand and pulled him upstairs. Tony followed him along, his heart thumping. Manny opened the door to the master bedroom, pulling Tony inside.
“This is your room?” asked Tony.
“Nah,” said Manny. He sat down on the bed, rubbing the spot next to him. “I just thought it might be nice to fuck a guy in my parents’ bed.”
Tony smiled nervously, then leaned down to kiss Manny. Manny closed his eyes, returning the kiss as he ran his fingers through Tony’s hair. He pulled Tony down onto him, laying back onto the bed as they made out.
Tony was so hard he was aching. Part of him wanted to fuck the shit out of Joey this time around, but a deeper part of him wanted so desperately to be taken like a bitch like he had the first time. He rubbed his body against the younger man’s, eager to be as close to him as possible.
They made out for a minute before Manny put his hand on Tony’s chest. “I wanna try something,” he said.
He leaned over the side of the bed and reached into a small box, pulling out a set of handcuffs.
Tony raised an eyebrow. “Are you fucking kidding me? I was literally just in prison, you think I’m gonna get back in handcuffs?”
Manny smiled, rubbing his arm. “Come on, man,” he said, pulling Tony closer to him. “I’m into the kinky shit,” he said as he kissed Tony on the neck.
Tony took a deep breath, his skin shivering at the feel of Manny’s lips. “Okay,” he said breathlessly.
Manny grinned. “Good boy,” he said, spanking Tony on the ass. “Now take off your clothes.”
Tony turned red at being treated like a bitch by a guy half his age. Still, he ripped his shirt off his head and began to unbutton his pants.
“Get on the edge of the bed and grab the bed frame.”
Tony shucked off his pants and did as Manny told. He was lying on his stomach, wearing nothing but his boxer briefs as he gripped the bed frame with both his hands.
Manny stood in front of him, putting the handcuffs around Tony’s wrists and cuffing him to the frame of the bed.
Tony stared up at him nervously. “Now what?” he asked.
Manny grinned. He reached down into the box and pulled out a small strip of cloth.
“Now we put this on, and then I fuck the shit out of you.”
Tony gulped. His heart was racing, but his cock was rock hard in his underwear. He nodded.
Manny wrapped the blindfold around his eyes. Once it was secure, he said, “All right, let’s get this party started!”
At that, the closet door slowly slid open. Oliver slipped out alongside his father and Ashley. Ashley had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing at the sight of Oliver’s half naked uncle lying on the bed. Oliver elbowed her, then pulled out his phone.
He nodded at his dad, then leaned down in front of his uncle to take the picture. Manny got on the bed behind him, posing with a “hang loose” sign as Oliver snapped the picture.
“Are you gonna fuck me?” asked Tony impatiently.
“Yeah, I’m just grabbing the lube,” said Manny.
Oliver snapped another picture of his uncle from a few feet back, making sure he got everything in the frame. Suddenly he felt a pang in his chest. Seeing his uncle there, handcuffed to the bed in nothing but his underwear… Oliver didn’t think he’d ever pitied someone so much in his life. For a moment he questioned whether or not this was a good idea after all.
“What the fuck is going on?” snapped Tony. “Just fuck me already.”
Noah walked forward and grabbed Tony’s blindfold, ripping it off his face.
“I’d say you’re pretty fucked,” he said with a smug smile on his face.
Tony’s face turned white as he saw Noah, Oliver, and Ashley all standing around him. He turned to see Manny climbing off the bed.
“What the fuck is this?” he yelled, trying to pull his hands away from the bed frame. He was still fully handcuffed.
“Sorry man, but you fucked with my friend. And you fucked with his dad. That’s just not chill with me,” said Manny.
Tony was fuming. “Yeah? Well, did you know that they’re fucking?” He looked angrily at Noah. “Yeah, that’s right. My brother-in-law is fucking his son. How’s that for fucked up?”
“That can’t be true,” said Ashley, wrapping her arms around Oliver. “He’s my boyfriend. We’re madly in love. Who would ever believe you?”
“You, on the other hand, are in some pretty nasty shit,” said Noah. He grabbed Oliver’s phone and brought it close to Tony’s face, showing him the pictures he’d taken. “You say a word about my son and me, we put these photos on every site we can possibly think of. How do you think your gangbanger friends will react when they see you’re really just a self-hating homo like the rest of us?”
Tony was almost shaking with anger. “Go ahead,” he spat out. “I don’t give a fuck. I’ll take us all down. If only so I can see you burn.”
“Uncle Tony, you don’t mean that,” pleaded Oliver. “Just stop, this doesn’t need to go any further. Just promise not to tell anyone and we’ll delete the picture.”
Tony smiled nastily. “I have a picture of my own, little nephew. I took it when you were bent over sucking your dad’s cock in that parking lot.”
He turned to Ashley. “So sorry, sweetie, I don’t think your little act is gonna fool anyone. All I have to do is send that picture to the New York Times and your lives are over.”
“I’ll call your parole officer,” Noah said quietly.
Oliver looked at his dad, shocked.
“I’ll tell him about the drinking, about the coke. I’m pretty sure that’s a violation big enough to land you back in jail,” he continued.
Oliver was flabbergasted. Taking a photo was one thing, but sending his uncle back to jail was crossing a line. This was going way too far.
Tony glared at Noah. “Go ahead,” he snarled.
“STOP IT!”
Everyone turned to look at Oliver. He stood there shaking.
“Ollie-”
“Dad, stop. That’s enough.”
He walked over to Tony and got down on his knees. He put his hand on his uncle’s shoulder.
“Uncle Tony. Look at me.”
He put his hand on Tony’s cheek and gently turned his face to make him look in his eyes.
“Why are you doing this?” Oliver said softly. “We’re your family.”
Tony’s face began to tremble. “Don’t give me that Ollie,” he said. “I’m not your family. You don’t even know anything about me.”
Oliver looked at his uncle with pity. “Yes I do,” he said. “I know that when I was 8 years old and I was so scared of the dark, you would come and sit with me all night until I fell asleep.”
Tony looked away, but Oliver continued.
“And I know that when mom died, you were the person I went to after the funeral. The one who hugged me and told me it was okay to be angry. You listened to me and you never judged me or treated me like a little kid. You always made me feel like I was enough, like I was special just for being me.”
Tears began to come out of Tony’s eyes. He blinked them away, trying to quell the emotions rising up inside him.
“You loved me no matter what. And I’m sorry that I didn’t do the same for you,” said Oliver. “But I love you. I don’t want us to be this way. I can’t give you up any more than I can give my dad up.”
He took his uncle’s face in his hands and said, “Please Uncle Tony. Just stop. Let’s just be a family again.”
Noah watched his son on his knees, holding the man who he hated more than anything in the world. And in that moment, it was like he fell in love with him all over again.
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Oliver walked across the stage, his hand outstretched. He turned to the audience and smiled just like they told him to, shaking his principal’s hand with his right and grabbing his diploma with his left. He beamed as they called his name, moving the tassel on his cap from right to left as he looked out among the sea of his fellow classmates and graduates.
He walked off the stage, still smiling widely as he headed back to his seat for the rest of the ceremony. He could hardly believe that high school was finally coming to an end. He’d officially done it!
After the ceremony was over, Ashley came bounding up to him and kissed him on the cheek.
“We did it Olly-kins! We are officially graduates.”
She waved herself with her diploma, giggling.
“My man,” said Manny, giving Oliver a friendly punch on the shoulder. “How’s it feel to be a college man now?”
Oliver smiled. “It feels good. I think I speak for all of us when I say I will not miss this place.”
Ashley rolled her eyes. “Totally. Hey, we’re going to Toast. Wanna join? Erin’s coming,” she said, grinning.
Oliver shook his head. “Thanks, but I think my dad has something planned at home.”
“Yeah, probably a dick up your ass,” mumbled Manny.
Ashley smacked him on the arm.
“What? I’m not wrong, am I Oliver?”
Oliver smiled. “You know what, Manny? I think maybe, just this one time, you might be.”
Oliver met his dad outside in front of the school with the other graduates. His father was waving him over, his face so full of pride and joy that Oliver could hardly stand it. He walked into his father’s arms, allowing his dad to envelop him in a great big bear hug in front of all of the other kids.
“I’m so proud of you, Ollie,” he said, squeezing him. “Your mom would be beside herself if she got to see you today. But I’m sure she’s looking down on us right now.”
“I don’t really wanna think about mom watching us, dad,” laughed Oliver.
Noah grinned. “Point taken.”
They drove home together, Noah resting his hand on Oliver’s knee. He kept looking over at Oliver and smiling.
“Dad, you’re gonna crash,” said Oliver.
Noah laughed. “I’m sorry!” he said. “I just can’t believe my little boy is a high school graduate.”
Oliver smiled for a moment, then turned away, his smile dropping. “I thought he might be here,” he said quietly.
Noah rubbed his leg. “I know, sweetheart. But you have to know, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you. I think he just… has a lot he still has to work out.”
Oliver nodded. He wasn’t surprised that his Uncle Tony hadn’t shown up. After that day at Ashley’s, Tony had skipped town and they hadn’t heard from him since. Oliver had tried calling him several times over the last couple of months, but to no avail. He had only left him the voicemail inviting him to graduation in the halfhearted hope that he would show.
“You’re right. I’ll give him time,” said Oliver.
Oliver put his hand on his father’s and looked over at him, smiling. Much as he missed his Uncle Tony, he knew that he had all he needed right there with him.
Oliver walked through the door of their house, taking off his graduation robes and tossing them on the couch.
“I’ve been wanting to get you out of those all day,” said his dad, grabbing him from behind and kissing him.
Oliver giggled, returning his father’s kiss. He had convinced his father to grow his facial hair out into a short beard, which was flecked with the same grey as his dad’s sideburns. Not only did it suit him immensely, but it also saved Oliver’s skin from being rubbed to pieces by his dad’s stubble.
“Why don’t we take this celebration upstairs?” asked Noah, picking Oliver up in his arms.
“I was thinking…” said Oliver as his father carried him to the stairs.
Noah stopped and looked at him curiously.
“Oh?”
Oliver grinned at him mischievously. “It’s just that… you know, I never had sex with Ashley. Not that I want to or anything, but… I guess I’m just wondering… what it would be like to be on top.”
Noah raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I see. You wanna know if you can fuck daddy?”
Oliver rubbed his finger along his dad’s chest and smiled coyly at him. “Maybe.”
Noah growled. “Mmm… I think that can be arranged.”
Oliver smiled. “Yay!” he said, clapping. “You can still carry me up the stairs though.”
Noah laughed. “Just so long as we remember who’s daddy.”
He carried Oliver into his bedroom and laid him down on the bed, covering him with his body as they began to make out. Oliver ripped off his father’s tie, unbuttoning his dad’s shirt to reveal his hairy chest.
Noah unbuckled Oliver’s belt and unzipped his pants, relieving the young man of his lower garments. He pulled Oliver’s shirt over his head, then removed his own shirt and pants.
He climbed on top of Oliver, both men clad only in their underwear. Oliver wrapped his arms around his father’s back, rubbing his hands along his dad’s hairy body. He loved his dad’s coarse body hair, and he especially loved the way it felt rubbing up against his own smooth skin. He reached back and pulled his dad’s boxers down, running his fingers in between his dad’s ass cheeks.
“Oh, you know what you’re doing, do you?” laughed Noah.
Oliver grinned. “I learned from the best.”
Noah grabbed his hand and wet his middle finger in his mouth, then put Oliver’s hand back on his hole.
“Mmm boy… those hands feel so good,” he growled.
Oliver began to slowly finger his father, pushing his finger deep inside his father’s hole. The sensation was strange. He had only ever fingered himself before, so he wasn’t used to what it was like entering someone else’s hole. He could only imagine what it would feel like once he’d put his penis inside there.
Noah helped him guide his hand, moving his finger in and out to loosen his dad’s hole. Noah hadn’t bottomed in about two and a half decades, and even then only a handful of times. But there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for his son. Plus, he figured that if he was going to expect his son to give up his ass on the regular, it would only be fair for him to do the same.
After a few minutes of foreplay, Noah hopped off the bed. He grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand.
“It’s been a while for me, so I wanna make sure you’re nice and lubed up,” he said.
He pulled Oliver’s briefs off, revealing his son’s fine pubic hair and his rock hard cock. Thank God his son hadn’t gotten quite all of his length and girth. Noah had a feeling he wouldn’t have been quite as much of a champ as Oliver had been about taking such a big cock.
He rubbed the lube on Oliver’s cock, making Oliver moan. Oliver already felt intense amounts of pleasure just from the feel of his father’s hand. He was dripping at the thought of what it would feel like having his father’s tight ass wrapped around his dick.
Once Oliver had been properly lubed up, Noah took off his boxers and got on the bed. He positioned his hole over Oliver’s cock, staring Oliver in the eyes as he felt the head of his son’s penis poke the entrance to his hole. Oliver reached up and ran his fingers through his father’s chest hair, then grabbed his dad’s cock and started stroking it.
“Do it, daddy,” he said.
Noah began to slowly sink down onto his son’s dick. His eyes rolled back into his head. Fuck, this was a feeling he hadn’t had in a while. The feeling of Oliver’s hand rubbing his cock made Noah feel brave enough to keep going, so he continued to slide down as he took more of his son inside of him.
Noah shuddered as he felt Oliver’s cock brush past his prostate. Oh, THAT was a nice feeling. Noah couldn’t remember the last time he’d played with his prostate. Perhaps that was something they could work in more often. Finally Noah bottomed out on his son’s cock, finding himself sitting in Oilver’s lap.
“How does it feel, daddy?” Oliver asked, staring up at his father in wonder.
Noah smiled. “So good, baby. Now fuck your daddy.”
Oliver grinned. He began to buck his hips, thrusting up inside his father. The feeling was incredible. It was similar to the way he felt when his father would blow him, only so much tighter. He could see why his father got so much enjoyment out of fucking his tight hole. This felt incredible!
Noah rode his son’s cock, grunting and moaning at the intrusive yet oddly welcoming feeling of being invaded. His son was still stroking his cock, giving him the perfect amount of stimulation to add to the feelings coming from his ass. Noah began to move faster, humping up and down as he began to make the bed shake.
Oliver held onto his father’s legs, staring up at his dad in lust as this great bear of a man rode him. Oliver had spent so long feeling like a little twink in his burly father’s shadow, and now he was the one fucking him! He had never felt more powerful in his life as he fucked the man who gave him life in the first place.
Since it was his first time being the one on top, Oliver did not last long. Within minutes he found himself unable to hold his orgasm back.
“I’m cumming, daddy,” he moaned as he felt his cock begin to spurt inside his father.
Noah sank down on his son’s cock, enjoying the feeling of his son’s dick pulsing inside him as he released his load. He watched his son’s eyelids flutter as he orgasmed, his mouth opening to let out a series of small moans. He would never tire of the look on his son’s face when he came. He looked more beautiful than ever.
Once he felt Oliver’s cock begin to soften, Noah pulled off of Oliver’s cock.
“Here it comes, baby,” he said.
Still on his knees, he moved over towards Oliver’s face and began to jerk his cock, aiming its thick head right at his son’s open mouth. Oliver closed his eyes, sticking his tongue out obediently.
“Fuck… such a good boy,” said Noah as his cock began to shoot.
His first few shots went past Oliver’s tongue and hit his eyes, covering his face in jizz. Noah pointed his cock further down, sending the next few spurts right into his son’s open mouth. He grunted as he covered Oliver’s lips and tongue in his warm cum, the sight of his son’s pretty face enhancing his orgasm.
Oliver swallowed his father’s seed, savoring the flavor in his mouth. As much as he loved it when his father came inside him, there was something so naughty about letting him cum on his face. It made OIiver feel like a cheap whore, which he had to admit he found thrilling.
When Noah finished jerking the last of his cum out of his cock, Oliver wrapped his head around the tip and began to clean it.
Noah patted his son on the cheek. “That’s a good boy,” he said breathlessly.
Once Oliver and Noah had cleaned up from their little adventure, they laid in bed together, Noah as the big spoon, Oliver the little spoon.
“So how was it, baby?” asked Noah.
Oliver smiled, looking up at his dad. “It was really fun… but I think I like it best when we save it for special occasions.”
Noah laughed. “Yeah?”
Oliver nodded. “I mean, it was awesome, don’t get me wrong. But so is getting fucked by you. I mean… how do I explain it…”
Oliver looked around, biting his lip. Noah smiled at him.
“I think it’s like pistachio ice cream,” said Oliver. “Like, that’s definitely NOT my favorite flavor of ice cream. But I still like it sometimes. Just to shake things up, you know? I mean, just because I don’t want it every day doesn’t mean I wanna go the rest of my life never having pistachio ice cream again.”
Noah laughed. He leaned down and kissed Oliver on the lips.
“Okay. You can have pistachio ice cream whenever you want, baby.”
Oliver smiled. “Good. Although now this conversation is making me want ice cream,” he laughed.
“Luckily we’ve got some mint chocolate chip downstairs,” said his dad, kissing him on the forehead. “No pistachio, though,” he said as he hopped out of bed.
Oliver rolled his eyes. “I think I’m all pistachio-ed out.”
Noah fixed them each a bowl of ice cream before grabbing them a blanket for the couch.
“So, what do you wanna do this summer? Before you head off to WVU,” said Noah as they sat eating their ice cream. “I’m sure we can think of some fun things to do in Montclair as a sort of last hurrah before you go.”
Oliver set down his bowl, then put his hands in his lap. “I wanted to talk to you about that, actually,” he said.
Noah raised an eyebrow. “Okay… why don’t I like the sound of that?”
Oliver took a deep breath. “I’m not going to WVU.”
Noah frowned. “Ollie-”
“I’m not gonna leave you for four years, dad. I won’t do it.”
“Dammit, Ollie! We talked about this. We can see each other on the weekends. It’ll only be for a little while-”
“Dad, I’ve already turned down the acceptance.”
Noah’s eyes widened in shock. “You did WHAT?”
Oliver put his hand on his father’s. “Don’t freak out. I’m still going to college, I promise. I enrolled in community college here in Montclair. I’m gonna go there for a semester and then apply to NYU in the fall.”
Noah frowned.
“I already talked it all over with my college admissions counselor. She says I’m a perfect candidate for NYU and that it should be an easy transition.” He squeezed his dad’s hand. “I love you, dad. I’m not ready to say goodbye to you.”
Noah sighed. “I wish you would have talked to me about this first.”
Oliver rolled his eyes. “You wouldn’t have let me!”
“You’re right, I wouldn’t have. I don’t like the idea of you putting your future on hold for me.”
Oliver scooted closer to his father, putting his dad’s arms around him.
“Daddy. You are my future.”
He leaned up and kissed his father on the lips.
Noah held his son tightly in his arms. As crazy as his son made him at times, he knew that he was head over heels for this boy. Oliver had him wrapped around his little finger and he knew it.
But maybe that wasn’t so bad.
Suddenly there was a knock at their door. Noah got up and walked over to it.
“Who is it?” asked Oliver.
“It’s a package,” said Noah, picking up a parcel from the doorstep and bringing it inside.
“It’s for you,” he said, handing it to Oliver.
Oliver looked at it, but he didn’t recognize the return address. He opened it.
Inside was a beautiful leather strap watch and a handwritten note.
“Oh wow,” said Noah. “That’s gorgeous, who’s that from?”
Oliver picked up the note to read it.
“Dear Oliver,” it said.
“Happy Graduation. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there. I’m sorry for a lot of things.
I’m sorry for hurting you. I didn’t mean to. I wish I could have been the kind of uncle you deserved, the kind of uncle you thought I was. You’re a good kid and you’ve got a lot of great things ahead of you. You don’t deserve someone like me fucking that up for you. I hope you can forgive me.
I hope you like the watch. I couldn’t think of anything to get for a high school graduation but the saleslady said this would look nice. Hopefully she’s right.
I love you.
Tony”
Oliver set the letter down. He picked up the watch and put it on his wrist.
“What does it say?” asked Noah.
Oliver smiled, tears in his eyes.
“She was right,” he said. “It does look nice.”
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