Father, Boyfriend, Lover, Me

Up front, fairly long and, I think, nicely littered with sex. This is one where everybody seems to try and find out how often they can do whatever they think they want to do, 

Great fun writing the opening dialogue....which is why it took two days longer than I'd meant it to, Made me laugh, hope it will do some of the same for you. 

Jon and his father grow closer in spirit and sex., 

I hope you'll find it engrossing and....there's another chapter coming. 

PJ

2 a.m. Nothing to do and no one to do it to so I decided to swing by the market where, several years ago, I’d been a part time stocker. Cade, my roomie, still worked there although we’d found him a far more profitable job doing what I did, my Dad did and, very rarely, Dad’s boyfriend, a cop called Andy did; Standing at Stud for guys who were willing to pay the big bucks for the big dicks.

Twon, the manager, and I had struck up a friendship years back when he was among the first to realize men were not coming in to buy frozen tamales but look for a hot stocker with a hot tamale.. At first it was kinda funny but as the number grew I finally handed in my resignation. Twon said he was sorry to see me go, I was a good worker but for all of us the jerks looking for me were becoming more than a nuisance. Said I was welcome back at Christmas...wear a beard and a red cap, no one would know me. In other words, we’d liked each other and, as my life settled down, late at night, like now, I’d slip in to see what was new….and there always was.

“Hey, Mr. Stud meat, how’s tricks...not here to pick up anyone are you?” He laughed.

We slipped behind the Service Desk and into his office he sitting down from exhaustion I just because standing around would look dumb. I pulled out a bottle of premium single malt I happened to know he liked, slid it across the desk, winked, said, “Thought you might try this before you decide to sell it.”

“You are doing well….know what this costs, thanks...you still are one of the good guys.”

He grinned-I knew the next question- “Turning anything beside hot cakes tonight?”

“Nah, tonight’s all quiet on my Western Flank...”. Pulled out a sheaf of hundreds. “Now last night…..”

He grinned. “Damn, man, from shelving cans of shit to shoveling cans full of cash….guess I trained you well.”

“ Buddy, with your looks, just say the word and I can have you in the back of an SUV tonight; I’ll mind the store.”

His laugh almost choked him. “Hey, me? Jon, Jon, you couldn’t sell me on the ‘reduced price’ rack”.

That’s where he was wrong; We don’t see ourselves as others do. Sure, I’ve got obvious good looks, those sapphire eyes and big bulge, good body but….Twon had something else, a certain exotic look few men had plus he carried himself well, was amusing and, very important, was simply terrific with people. Never saw what was in his shorts-always wore that damn apron-but I was willing to guess whatever it was, there’d be little disappointment to the expectant consumer.

“Buddy, you’re shitting me.”

I pulled out my phone….. “You want to be picked up at the East Door or out the delivery entrance?”

He just laughed. “Well, it’s flattering to get an endorsement from a pro but...seriously, look at me, this isn’t a mug that moves anything….”

“Do you know how wrong you are? Never asked you but….how many kinds of jizz made you up? If it’s less than three...”

“Last count? Maybe six. Dad was half coon, quarter Irish and….this will knock you down, touch of Albanian.”

“Yeah, well, that part doesn’t show….”

“Mom is half Jap, quarter Spic, almost seems a disappointment, quarter Alabama red neck.”

“Never would have guessed that one….Baptist? Save souls on the side?”

“Fuck, what would your guess be?”

“Well, from where I sit, I see what is called Eurasian with a good washing of that very desirable light brown suede smooth skin-it just invites some to feel it, see if its as soft as velvet while you’re as hard as the bone in a ham. Bet you’re hairless ‘cept around nutville.”

“Got me there...but, hey, I’ll leave the fuck ‘em and leave ‘em to you….speaking of…..young Cade….seems to be blooming. And there was a watch on his wrist the other day that did not say ‘Timex’. I’m guessing you got him a date? Someone in gents jewelry?”

I thought about Cade; Twon was right, he had bloomed, we’d had him at the gym, got him dressed like an adult, took the shaggy dog look out of his hair plus, of course, fucked, sucked him, spanked him until he had a much better idea as to what, where, when and, most importantly, how. Almost as an after thought, he was no longer afraid of going naked into our swimming pool or, for that matter, anywhere….as the situation decreed-we test flew that one by having him go out the front door, nude, to pick up the morning paper. That worked too well; He was the proverbial dog who not only collected our paper but those of our neighbors. This was very early, fact is, we held him until we heard the paper delivery had just been made….

“I’ll tell him to give you a sample suck job….I promise...you’ll like it, every guy likes to get blown….” I smirked at him, got it back.

“He’s a good kid….”

“Man, Twon, check his pants, he’s a man.”

“So….you’re saying there’s no padding under that zipper?”

“Uhuh, All pure stud meat. Take me up on it, let me turn him loose on you….”

He leaned back, put his hands behind his neck. “It would be a first…..plus...he’s an employee.”

“Yeah, he works for me. Want to deprive me of my commission?”

“What’s a pimp get these days?”

“For you? Good two pound Sirloin, bag of tangerines. Some Cheetos...”

“Wish I could…..” I could see he meant that. Time, for now, to change the subject.

“Dad learned his way around produce yet? I know he comes in...”

“Listen, if I thought handling your potential buyers were a problem….do they just follow his truck? Shit, Jon, two minutes here and not only do I personally have to show him where and what celery is, but I gotta get most of the stockers to get the wagons in a circle. Theys’ injuns comin’ in.”

“Yeah, I remember. Only bad thing is the only thing he and I can do as a father and son activity is swim in our own pool…..” There was also fucking, sucking, spanking, etc but didn’t seem important not to mention the less ‘normal’ father/son activities we frequently enjoyed.

“That bad?”

“Can be...it certainly can be. Good thing his boyfriend is a cop, now and then one of the more, uh, determined ones comes to the front door. Andy, even in his Jockeys and a T shirt, badge pinned to it, holding a service revolver says, ‘shoo’. Or else. Couple a times he’s put a warning shot across the hood of their car, may have flatted a couple of tires then called the police towing service….”

“What happens when Cade attracts that kind of attention…? I’m careful about when I let him leave here-always send someone with him to his car, make sure there are no potential guys who’d like to meet him in the parking lot…..may have to 86 him pretty soon...and ya know, I like the guy. Smiles, great with the customers, but...”

“Tell you something. Just hang on to him for another month, maybe a bit more, he’ll have a new occupation…..”

“No shit? I’m guessing it’s not as a plumber’s apprentice.”

I laughed. “Not hardly but working on the water works does come in to it….seriously, my Dad knows a very nice middle aged man whose son was killed fighting to keep America free…..he’s lonely, sent Cade round a time or two, you know, basic service call….”

“Can I write the end to that one?”

“Grab it and growl.”

“Nice middle aged man has a fantasy about Cade as the dearly departed, thinks it would be just peachy if he moved in, took the dead kid’s bedroom or bunked in with him.” He paused and worked up a stupid grin. “Well, if the power fails and someone is afraid of the dark....”

“This’ll knock you off your kumquats, potential Daddy is having Cade inked up just like…..”

“Jeeezus. Cade? He doesn’t strike me as the type to go for ink...now you….”

“Yeah, me. Ya know, one quick way to pick out someone in a poor picture is their tats….what you ain’t got, won’t show.”

He rose slightly, pulled up his shirt and, damn, great double Koi, full color on his back. “Mom was half Jap, said it was cultural.”

“I’ll start having your ‘business’ cards printed...I’m thinking…. ‘Umi O O Um’. Has a certain ring don’t you think?”

He turned around, reclined slightly, put his fingers together…. “Okay, yeah, good but….how about ‘Bro Umi OO Um! Put a dot in them middle of the O’s, meaning I swing.”

“How about….on the back with two Koi, ‘With Two You Get Egg Roll? Or roll your eggs? on heavy rice paper?”

Twon laughed. “Jon, get out before I find myself on my knees wishing someone had done a better job shaving….”.

One of the reasons we were friends, he called me by my name….and one day, I’m an authority on this, I’d be hustling Twon into an SUV….put money on it.

We both stood, smiling, “What’s on special that I might have missed if I hadn’t asked the manager.”

“Newby. Fine looking piece of meat or so I’m told, works days, as a butcher.”

I looked at him. “For real?”

“Hey, Jon, never let it be said I don’t do right by my guys….heard he let the guy who delivers Coke fuck him for a case of Diet…..”

“Yeah, he needs improvement.”

We did the weird handshake that always seems to mean you now belong to a lodge of thugs or your fingers got stuck.

“Later, Dude.”

Some nights I liked to just drive. Way back after the problems with money that had kept me selling blood for gas money as well as skipping a meal to pay the insurance, things had changed. My Dad finally snapped into consciousness about having a kid which, as was typical of him, led to overkill. Like the first night in our new home. Not sure what I did, he’d bought one of every kind of sporting equipment plus all the electronic stuff he thought kids liked; Took me almost a week to get it all returned. However once Andy, his live in cop and boy friend, brought him up to what the duties of a father were, if I wanted it, I could have it.

What I wanted was a ‘70 Dodge Challenger with the Hemi V8 but on the classic car market, that was a ridiculous amount of money plus making ‘Dude, where’s my car?’ something you thought every time you so much as parked it outside a Quik Trip. Sounds dumb but Andy, the officer, found a cherry 2011 Ford Crown Vic made for the cop shop. Apart from taking out the siren and the cage, it was one powerful mother under the hood, about a 450 V8 ….plus he ‘knew’ somebody who redid the upholstery and the interior as well as, again, ‘knowing someone’ who repainted the exterior. His idea was to conceal what was under the hood with a good looking coat of Navy Blue, shiny chrome and the gadgets it possessed, hidden-looked very respectable; Very much the gentleman’s vehicle...with power to waste. Finding no reason, I shouldn’t listen in on what went on, when the siren was pulled, all the communication stuff stayed. He knew I liked to lay in the pool watching the departing planes from the airport and listen to the tower so….to him this was analogous to that, just no pool. I was under orders to never, ever join the conversation….one caveat... only when I saw something they absolutely needed to know; I did what I was told. As I did not ever take my ‘clients’ in my personal vehicle, when I pulled up to wherever, they saw a well maintained Ford of a model no longer made. Not a few of them said they’d wished they’d bought one….for comfort and road-ability, just hard to equal them in a full size semi-luxury sedan. No fight from me on that one.

Some nights I would have enjoyed cruising down the broad street that sided the curving of the river but this night...thunder rumbling, suggestion of lightning, spattering rain….all said park it, lock it and get indoors. Coach’s home was two blocks from the market so it wasn’t even much of a beeline to be there, get the Crown Vic under cover, me under cover and, if Coach was awake and in the mood….a good plowing from his bull sized cock.

It had taken almost a year to get my ass widened before he’d even agree to try and take my cherry...how many years ago? I was 21? Met him when I was 14, first fuck almost a year later….and now a certain group of men were very, very grateful to him for his careful instruction in man to man sex. Later, my Dad and his boyfriend, Andy, had added to what I knew kind of rounding up what every high school kid probably doesn’t know about sex or life or...just anything in general. While other guys snickered and boasted about what they’d done with their equipment, I had to sometimes stick my head in my locker to avoid laughing in their faces; Listening always made me grateful that innocence and I weren’t even on a first name basis.

Turns out I wasn’t the first cowboy to pull into the bunk house. As I made the swing down the alley toward the garage, I noticed a black and white on the street which meant Andy was having a sleep over. Did they fuck each other? Sure but….when you have my Dad as your man, you need something a little more normal-even if their equipment makes one think of beasts of the field. Some one who’s a buddy, have a beer with, go bowling, play  pool, get some guys together and watch the ‘big game’.  He didn’t have that with Dad, didn’t mean he didn’t love him, after X number of years, that wasn’t an issue but with coach it was more of a guys night out sort of thing. That and, in school, Andy had done very well at football. On an increasing number of occasions, Coach had Andy kitted out as an assistant coach for games where his ass was going to be run ragged just keeping the squad together. Andy brought the automatic authority needed to corral hyper-enthusiastic school boys while freeing up Andy. Plus, over time, they’d developed a friendship with one of the referees, not to particularly help the team but…..when things were going to be fierce Phil, the ref, if he wasn’t part of the on field game, was slipped into yet another assistant coach’s get up and just was generally helpful.

These men filled something in his life I could not; Be his buddies. No matter how I sliced it, I was almost 20 years younger; In his mind….even though he’d been fucking me for six years, I was still almost a kid-just with a real grown up ass, cock and balls….nothing I could ever do about that….that’s just how it was. If Bob and the other two plus some additional officers or whomever showed up for a guys night in, cards, beer, the game, I didn’t press myself on them, just wasn’t there. After all, I had my own Dad who warmly welcomed me into his bed and, it was with him, I learned what to some might be kinky sex-okay, it was kinky particularly when you remember it was a father and his son doing….those kind of things. (I had arranged it so the pool house had no quick entry unless I was the one wanting to enter...we had some ‘things’ in there that would not strike anyone as part of household decorations.) All in the mind of the beholder. To Dad and me it was just...something we enjoyed doing to and with each other, made us closer, found enjoyment in each other that many, well, most probably would not have done.…..Nuff said.

Only a cop would do this; Install touch plus code locks on all the doors. Coach had them, we had them, hell, even the pool house had them-or he thought it did. Only time this didn’t work out was when he took safety advice too seriously about changing the code every month; Took a while to find him to get the new numbers plus Dad said once every year was probably enough….he got the hint.

The upside was silence, at least this night, I pulled my boots off outside, put my finger on the pad then ran the code; Presto, the door opened. I was standing in the kitchen moving toward the living room when….I was stopped by noises, voices I recognized; Andy and Coach.

The first slap almost made me jump.

“Say it.”

Whap.

“Master.”

“That’s good, now, what do you want boy? Speak up.”

“I’ve been bad, need a spanking Master, please, Sir, need it bad.”

“What did you do that was so bad? Give a ticket to an old lady?”

“I fucked another man, Master.”

“Uh hmm. Another man. Anyone I know, Phil?”

There was a pause interrupted by a nasty sounding slap, the sort made by a paddle on ass flesh.”

“No, Master. Not Phil.” He was silent.

The silence was breaking my heart. Here was Andy on the floor begging Coach, my coach to paddle him….Andy, Dad’s Andy….I couldn’t move, whatever else was going to happen, I would be the witness to men cheating on my Dad as well as me; From the bit I’d heard, it couldn’t be the first time.

There was a rain of sharp smacks. “Like a good red hot ass, yep, I sure do...put your head on the floor, get that tail flesh taut, you need some more sizzle added to your meat. Down boy, I wanna hear those cuffs hit the floor. You know what’s coming don’t you, Boy?”

“Yes Master.”

“Did you fuck him or he fuck you or….what all did you do?  Tell me.”

Two very painful sounding fleshy explosions.

“I, I sucked him off and, and….let him fuck me.”

“More than once?”

“Master….I….I…..”

This time the sound was of wood on flesh. Wherever it hit, Andy seemed to fall sideways-I heard the thud of naked flesh as it hit the floor.

There was silence.

“See this? Know what it is? Yeah, a brass copy of my meat. Know where it’s going, now? Up your ass covered with that real hot sauce, the sort made you scream last time but….we don’t want that. Get back up on all fours.”

“Master, please….”

I know the sound of a gag being stuffed in, could hear the leather strap go around the neck, be buckled.

“Let another man fuck you? Well, here’s what he should feel like….”

There was a horrifying, agonizing scream that even the gag couldn’t suppress.

“Guess maybe we need to fix that tongue of yours….a cop with a split tongue…..bet that’d be a first. Or maybe you don’t need to be a cop, makes it easy, just cut it out.”

He seemed to think…. “Oh, that stud kid, the one I got….you let him fuck you too? Father and son, twofers, that right?” There was another sickening thud. “You got me to thank for the kid, got him trained to perfection for any man who wants a good fuck, that ass of his, primo, trained to accept anything, fuck, you can get a baseball bat up him….”

I was paralyzed with alternating waves of horror and resentment at what I was hearing and the instant knowledge that I now knew...now...I was just an ass….a trained ass, one for him to use...hand me around….just a kid to have around when he had time….standing there I looked at the kitchen, no longer saw it as the place we sat, drank coffee where I kissed him good bye, wished him luck with the game….all I could now remember was  being tied over the table fucked with a baseball bat...with two other men not believing I could do it. Of course I could do it, I loved him...then I loved him on the table in pain just like now in the dark in pain remembering but knowing forgetting would be the stupidest thing I could do.

I heard his big bare feet coming which gave me just enough time to slide into a niche in the kitchen wall where an ironing board was meant to fit; Almost didn’t matter he was on autopilot, probably wouldn’t have noticed a Mastodon sitting at the table having a beer…..

He came in. This wasn’t coach, this was someone from a leather dungeon. Some harness that went all the way around his back, down his chest, big ring around first, his cock then another over his balls, the sort that forced them into two sides; Coach had the nuts that could do it….

He was directly opposite me, facing out, hands on the edge of the sink, looking out, butt opening and closing, getting ready to do what he could, squeeze another man’s meat until it was almost hamburger. Almost automatically he reached out to the display of knives, pulled the largest…even in the faint light from the distant street lamp, I could see the fur from his arm waltz in the air as he tried the blade….it was sharp enough.

 He yelled as he went back to the room and Andy.... “This is for you to get out after you get on the spigot and suck it up. Hey, guess what? I got nip clips! Just reach around….feel that edge...I remembered you liked the ones with sharp teeth so….”

Andy tried to yelp each time one was put on. Coach just laughed. “Maybe we should pierce those….you’re a cop, make holes big enough to stick bullets through...planned on something like that….make you go get it done….wear your uniform….I know a guy...while you’re there, just give him a ring….you’re gonna get a guiche with a chain, something to hold onto you with when you start to buck …..you know when that is….”

I had started rapidly texting a message filled with urgency and demand. I knew this person would come….do precisely what I told him….Coach forgot...I was the dominant one regardless of how he used me...in the end, I’d controlled him only because he was too obsessed with his life to realize he’d accidentally given it up. The sexual displays to others? Remember? I thought I loved him?

The noise from the bedroom didn’t just suggest, but screamed-along with Andy-that they were in for a long, long rodeo. What to do? Slip into the living room, strip, lay out on the couch where so much of what I’d loved, or thought I did, had been. Now, laying there, a gadget on top of the piece of furniture recording, I found I could be aroused by the sounds of sex with no thought of who they were, what they were doing, just that they were pleasing me.

Didn’t really care about messing the couch but didn’t know how long I might be there so leaned over the side and shot a big load on the floor. Carpet would absorb it. Then got comfortable listening to two men having sex and found I could almost laugh….I knew I could do it better, Doms always can.

He was beside me sooner than I’d expected, huddled in my arms, not quite, yet, understanding but only a few minutes of listening told him everything. He could feel my tears, tried to wipe them however all I wanted was to hold him, prepare him for what was coming….this was his surrogate father who was tossing all of us out. I reached up, took down the phone that was listening and sent one final message only adding that it was not a request, he had to do this.

Cade looked into my eyes, not sapphire blue in the dark but large black places in a white puddle. He mouthed, “Your Dad?”. I nodded. He buried his head in the hair on my chest and cried. All I could do was hold him, listen to the goings on elsewhere and try and finish the plan for the next hour. I had one now the only cherry on the top was to get our team ready. I looked around the room for what I expected to find and did. We lay there, I jerked him off to calm him, ate it, then went back to holding him. We were both calm growing silent, listening for things to remember...waiting.

Even quieter than Cade, Dad was with us. He, too, listened, had no trouble figuring it out, embraced me while in his ear I whispered…. “A son always loves his father.” As was normal, I skewed about, kissed his testicles and looked in his face. Like mine, it had no expression which was what I wanted.

As quietly as possible I told them the simple plan, made them stay while I collected a thing or two, put on Andy’s Sam Browne belt with the things on it a cop needs then silently had all three of us sidle toward the room; Given the moans and snarls, they wouldn’t have heard a wagon train being attacked by Indians…..

We were arranged in the door frame. Cade on my left, Dad on my right, his hand on a light switch. I’d carefully pulled the service gun from its holster so, when I touched Dad, he flicked the lights on while I put a round into the ceiling.

Ever see roaches scurry in a dark room when the lights go on? They can run but this set of insects were pretty much pinned down. Coach fell out of Andy who found himself looking at the muzzle of a Glock and hearing a voice say, “Yeah, I would pull and you, cocksucker, you know it. Remember? You taught me how, no matter what, lose my emotions, shoot to kill. Good advice, glad you told me. So...either you freeze or get a blow job right through your mouth and out the back of your skull. Say nothing….just nod your head.”

He did.

Dad and I worked silently and with a purpose. Knowing the house was an advantage as there was no looking for anything; They already had a large hank of para-cord which we unwound. I took one set of cuffs turned Coaches palms out, yanked them behind him then cuffed him. He was trying to talk to me but it was futile; I was going to show Cade the best way to not only gag a man but hurt the fuck out of his tongue. All you did was run a couple of lines under the floppy organ then, using a nip clip, pull it out and start running several more lines over the top pulling them taut. I decided to leave the clip on, why not? To make a nice predicament bondage, we got his nuts and neck tied together so that if he moved, he squeezed down. Cock was easy, he had the hot sauce he’d used earlier and it was no trick to pry open his piss slit and pour some down until it covered his cock head, into his glans….he was writhing. Andy was given about the same treatment save we took his other gun and shoved it up his ass running the binding rope on the trigger telling him he could wonder if the safety was on or off….also pointing out that if it was off and he pulled it, he’d take out both of them….so peace and quiet was a real good idea.

Side by each, tied to the bed, facing each other and to the head board, we’d done our work and, I must say, very well. While Dad and Cade just stood there and stared at them, there was nothing to say, I scooted  around, got my things-due to my rather casual comings and goings I’d never left much there-tapped Dad, signaling it was time to go. The three of us dressed then, for the finale, got all the ice we could find and dumped it on them, making sure their boy toys were well packed in it as were their tits. LIGHTS OUT.

Back at our cars I produced the key to the black and white which, even when he did get out, and eventually they would, he’d have a hell of a time explaining how it got moved twenty miles away plus into a loop in the river often used to dump hot cars. After that, we gathered up Dad’s truck, left at Coach’s while we moved Andy’s car, then went home.

It was his triumph as a father. Dad knew while he’d been hurt, and badly, Cade and I were sort of in shock. Andy was Cade’s surrogate father and Coach….in many ways had raised me so….Dad had two men to contend with and, as Dad’s can do, he was a champion.

At the kitchen table he got out liquor, indicated it probably was a moment for men to have a drink or several of them. He told us, in his stop and go way how much he loved each of us, he knew we’d been slugged in the nuts and, like any serious bruise, it would hurt worse tomorrow and even more the day after. He fully expected one or both of them to show up and, if I’d show him how, we could change the codes so the closed doors were as far as they’d get. Previously, Andy and his phobia about safety, had rigged the sliding glass door in my bedroom leading to the pool so it locked top and bottom; You could get through it...with an ax.

“Sons...I ….you know…...here…..home...for us….love you...I’ll kill those pricks if I have to….” For Dad, that was a lot but we got all of it. My turn.

I stood up, took Cade’s shoulder, Dad’s as well, then led them off to my bedroom-there were less memories there. Naked, on my bed, holding each other…..that’s when I really cried along with Cade. Like the good father, he tucked us in, I swear looked for a stuffed animal and found...himself. Between us. We snuggled up to him wondering if sleep was possible but...damn it, he knew what to do, reached down and simultaneously, began the good, long, soft slow jerk that leads to massive loads and a lot of relaxation….Don’t know when we finally came, Dad had been a great Dad and lulled us to sleep savoring cum. Last thing I remember was the slight tinge of dawn and feeling my father’s calloused hand lovingly rubbing my nuts….squeezing out another good load... just for him……

What I had yet to remember as he made me do what only men can do is...I forgot his loss. He and Andy went a long way back, way before I met him that memorable day when Dad and I were lost on a street where we didn’t live. Pretty much since then, he’d been part of our lives even to discovering that Cade was his nephew who’d run away after his father, not caring for his being queer, broke his leg with a ball bat; He had always believed what was lied to him as being a wayward snot, no appreciation who just….took off, never came back. As a cop, Andy had looked for… a long time. Much as he wanted to declare him a missing person, his family wouldn’t have backed it so his credibility with the department might have taken a hit. They instantly bonded once facts were clarified; Since then in my mind, Dad, too, everyone at the market where he worked, Andy was his Dad. But now….

I woke up when I felt a cock I knew and well loved slipped into me as my father lay on my back, tears coming down my shoulders. This wasn’t fucking, this was his display of love, sharing with me his agony of deceit, betrayal...love killed. Nothing to say, just let him lay there, working his whole body become part of me, joined as his sperm spread into me. It was then he did that thing, I don’t know, but it was the ultimate: He drew blood from my neck, it mixed with tears while he lapped it up, a prisoner being given his last rites to a vanished time, place, love, person….

All I could do was lay there, whisper to him that I wanted him to kill us, stick that hard thing in me so deep it would never come out, I was no longer his son, I was his man, he was mine, the blood and the semen were ours.

We lay there for a long time….he moved one arm around my shoulders, the other under me where the hand grabbed my balls wringing them to make the fluid inside come out, flow into his palm, his food, the cum of his son now his partner….forever. Sure, we’d fuck and be fucked but it was only for money, no pleasure, only the men with the sapphire eyes could do that to each other. And would.

Cade left early in the afternoon to keep his appointment with the artist who was doing the tattoos his new man, his ‘father’, wanted to commemorate his dead son. Didn’t know who was doing it but...if and or when Dad and I got ink, he’d do it. Out the door, one sad little pony, not quite wanting to leave us but committed to what he’d agreed to. Dad and I had discussed it-he knew, Jake, the man to whom Cade had  been….well….in a sense, sold. The good thing was it was going to end very happily for both men, they already cared and that would turn to a father/son arrangement…..Did Cade remind him of this deceased son….it had taken a little work but now….he did.

Dad was winding up to say something….which meant I might have to play our own version of “Wheel of Fortune” only I couldn’t buy any vowels and often had to guess the missing words. Over the years I’d got good at it, when you love someone, you do.

“They’ll be…..some…..but you …...together.” He looked at me with a sad face; It was then I realized how much greater his loss had been. I’d lost a lover, he’d lost a brother, a friend, a lover, someone he believed loved him. It was now my turn to be Dom again, he had to be taken by the mind and led to where it was necessary to go. Just took him in my arms, put my head on his shoulder then only needed to say, “Yes, Dad, we’ll be ready for them….anytime any place any where. Yes, We, Will, Be, Ready.” I got on my knees, fished out his balls, took them in my mouth trying to get the viscous man stream I wanted, would always want, from my father. As he was ready to shoot, I raised a bit, kissed his testicles while making my mouth ready to consume all he would allow me; It could never be enough.

Although it was late, he slowly pulled on his uniform, his boots, got into his truck and left for work on what was the least typical day of our lives.

Wandering through our home, trying to think of something that would help Dad...there was one thing. In honor of Fall, we’d just bought a large box of heavy weight leaf bags so, gathering a bunch of them, I went into Andy’s room and systematically put everything of his in the bags, twist tied them, then put them by the front door. As casually as we seemed to live, it was an article of faith that no one disturb the property of another man; I’m sure we could have, just didn’t. When you live as close to others as we did, intimacy can become annoying, beyond sex which never becomes really annoying, if every time one turns around there’s someone else or their belongings. If we stripped to fuck in the living room, fine but, when we were done, our clothing, wearing it or not, got picked up and at least put some place more personal than the floor or the couch or...you get the idea. Also, if you’d involved play things, they, too, were put someplace not only to tidy up but so the next person who wished to use them would know where to look; When you’re horny, spending time looking for the hand cuffs-as well as the key-can throw you off your speed if not your compelling urgency.

My phone rang, a rarity unless it was a client but, looking at caller ID, it wasn’t. I was surprised when it was Rick who owned all the truck dealerships where Dad was the head of repairs. Rick also had a couple of quite nice hotels, in one of which I’d used to deflower Jesse. His calling me was….out of left field, he’d only done it once before and then only because Dad’s phone was at the bottom of the pool and therefore unavailable.

What I knew was that….the word on Rick was that he was edgy, seemed to like men but, in his business, given his position, whether that was true or not remained speculation. Today, surprise, he’d seen Dad, was worried something was wrong, knew how he respected him, just wanted to check….What to say? Was there a problem? At least one I could discuss with him. It was out of the blue but he wanted to do ‘something’ for Dad. Maybe take him to Vegas when it wasn’t business just go out there, fuck around...I was stuck. Of all the things I was pretty sure he wouldn’t want, that was one and especially not now. However Rick deserved an answer, I did appreciate his concern so simply told him there’d been a bit of a shock in our personal lives, nothing too serious, just sudden….sure he’d understand. He did. Rung off only saying if he could do anything, he’d put my name on his list of names that got to him immediately and I appreciated that, I really did, told him so and that was the end of our conversation.

Figuring Cade wouldn’t be home, probably go directly to Jake’s to show him the progress, that left Dad and me….neither of us able to cook. It wasn’t the night for our usual spot for food, Denny’s, neither of us wanted to go out, or so I assumed so plan B. was Grub Hub. Easy, online I scanned through what they had which was pretty much anything you might want, ordered two steak dinners, put a late delivery time on it and that solved nutrition for now. I still thought, if  they had them, we should open an account at Denny’s, we were there, singly, together and with two other guys….but now they wouldn’t be along….often enough they knew us by name and, like Twon, also knew we had a ‘following’ which neither we nor they welcomed. Even just sitting at the counter drinking coffee made both of us edgy so methods were found to ease them out. That or, while they were diverted, we’d scoot out the service entrance leaving the ‘lookers’ puzzled. These men were not clients, never would be, they were hopefuls who, we both knew, hoped to get close enough to say something or cop a feel….nothing we wanted.

Having done everything I could, didn’t want to go anywhere so went out to the pool where I resumed my plane spotting.

It was chilly, Fall often is, so I wore a sweat suit, warm socks and a watch cap. The pool looked great, inviting but not then-Maybe we, well, Dad and I should have it hotter for use now. It was growing dark as I listened to the tower then saw an Alaska headed for Seattle….just before I fell asleep.

Darkness comes earlier and, so it seemed, quicker at this time of the year. I’d also forgot that, times like this, it gets colder, not warmer so it was shuddering that woke me, that and a hand I knew on my shoulder. Both Dad and I were strong but….to be picked up by him, I don’t know, wasn’t back to my childhood as no one picked me up then but, now, to have his arms around me, his usual semi speak….

“Son….too cold…..here….fire..drink….love...” He was smiling, a little. “Dirt…..shower.”

“Dad, please, can I shower with you? Please?” And tried to look like a little boy pleading with his Pa. Must have worked, he caught on…. “Okay….just...once…..warm you.” I hugged him harder and got hugged back.

That night in my bed….I told him why we weren’t going to sleep in the other rooms….maybe I’d have the furniture sold, get them redecorated, but we didn’t.

 Dad just closed the doors and, into what had been Andy’s room , nailed them shut.

That next morning, early, he whispered...something...in my ear before giving me a good, soft fuck along with kissing my whole body, licking me, pinching my nipples, running his fingers through the hair on my chest. So intimate, so much love. As he slid out I immediately rolled over to grab his still hard member to suck whatever was left, my Dad, his sperm, the wrigglers of which I’d been one, he tasted so good. Soon as I finished, he was at my ass, opening it with his fingers, wide, he knew how wide I could go then stuck his whole face in led by his tongue, cleaning me, suckling on himself as I moaned in happiness and pleasure. The tickling of his tongue on my prostate...few men could go that deep but we could also finger fuck me, double fucked by one man, his Boa of a tongue and his rough, rasping fingers...So quiet so...much pleasure.

We lay there just being together, at least as happy as that day would allow. He rolled on me, more like a child than my Dad. I turned my head. His eyes were closed, his arm across my chest holding me under my arm. His legs scissored open to hold my thighs, pulled up under my butt. Just laying there, us, sweaty from sex, the hair on our chests s lightly matted but it all felt good.

“I...need…..more…..Jon….now.”

And he could have me, anytime, however he wanted. I let him move me so he had the angle he wanted and in he shoved. It was so soon that all he could get was….very hard. More aggressive, more determined that I got more pleasure from his efforts. Now I moaned, writhed, moved my arms with no purpose. He had my legs, he had my ass, he had me….

As he was jack hammering me…. “I’ll always…...you….morning...son”.

I could feel my tears, thrown about as my head rolled lacking control from the ferocity of his entry.

At these moments...I didn’t want to be fucked, I wanted to be raped by him….forced down, a spear of a penis shoved into me looking for a cherry long gone, not caring, just to get in a man’s hole, to explode with white fluid, leave it there, throw me to one side, stuff his cock in my mouth, force me to lick his dirtied shiv of flesh, make me eat whatever was on it….slap me, hard, get up and walk away….leaving me wrecked, stupefied at the ferocity of the attack, but realizing that pleasure of being conquered would wash over me. I could turn my head and see my Dad’s proud, sauntering ass go out the door, satisfied...for now.

It was a fantasy….at least….maybe it was….for then.

In the kitchen, Dad in his uniform, me in nothing, I told him how we’d handle Andy and Bob when they showed up-and there was no question they would. The cop was probably really pissed off about his car being dumped in the river not to mention whatever explanation he’d have to give and would have to be a doozie cuz the keys were in it, not on him. The coach? Well, I’d heard it all but what he didn’t know was it was recorded for posterity indeed I was having a buddy I knew , a client actually, who was a whizz with gadgets, and someone I could trust-since he knew how I made money concealing my occupation was not even necessary-to make a tape of what I’d decided to call, “Coach’s greatest hits’-with several copies. His discussion of how I was nothing but a kid, the baseball bat up my ass, his joking about how other men should be grateful for how he’d widened my ass. Certainly he wouldn’t be pleased to hear it but even less so when I suggested that someone, maybe his referee buddy, Phil, might be interested in giving it a listen; I could only guess he’d call a major penalty. Plus, of course, Andy calling him “Master” letting himself be degraded, not fucked, just used….my only regret was that there was no video….until the lights went on and I put a shell into the ceiling; From that moment, breathtaking technicolor, stereophonic sound…..mostly of two men first horrified, then trying to hide then...well, seduced and abandoned doesn’t quite catch it but close enough.

One day, two days, three days….Thursday night. Dad was late-again-but I wondered if coming home was….difficult. One thing Andy couldn’t have known, how deeply about people Dad cared, I was his flesh but Andy had been part of his life, had his secrets, his love but now….no. When he did arrive, he honked a horn , I guessed, meant come outside. Okay, did that.

Two, brand new Ford Raptors, one for each of us, like us, almost identical.

Someone had spent some time on a modest custom paint job, each had a slightly different shade of steel gray, as on each door, both our names...intertwined but instead of hearts or flowers, steel rods, spheres that could have been testicles but were pierced with a gun, each initial, of the four in a hole in a brass knuckle…..

He looked at me, wondering, hoping….what he saw was me, my mouth open, stunned, amazed….in ways I guess only a father and son know, a Dad doing something like this is almost as intimate as sex. It says, “Son, I love you, not because this was expensive but because I wanted to do this for you.” In seconds he was in my arms, almost fell down, steadied himself, whispered in my ear about liking….but I stopped him.

“Dad, I love you, fuck, I don’t care if you came home in a Model A with a rumble seat….they’re great looking….just the thing studs need to make house calls or…...just get in and go for long rides….nowhere just...together. Okay?” I made it easy so he didn’t have to come up with a lot of words.

“Okay, Son, yeah, Okay.” Gee, no pauses.

Inside he handed me an envelope with his name on it. Recognized the handwriting and could pretty much guess without reading it. I looked at him, only one question, “When?”.

“Noon…both…..said yes.”

Nodded my head, “Okay, Saturday, ready.” That was the end of that topic. Put my arm around his shoulders….

“Hey, Dad, ya know something I always wanted….don’t deserve it but...uniform and boots like you wear…...make me proud to look like you.”

He looked at me, cocked his head, his sort of question.”

“Yeah, seriously….Maybe….take me to work...with you…..have you teach me?” I looked up into his face, wondering, in the way you know things without the bother of saying anything….I knew he was more than pleased. That slight smile, so seldom seen, his head bent down to keep me from knowing. Put his hand on my nuts while I knelt down, took out his and kissed his testicles, then looked up at him. “I’m hungry for Dad sperm, got a moment?”

He did.

Friday night he came home with my new uniform plus a pair of boots, had me try both on-they just came in standard sizes so if it fit him, probably fit me-I knew he had his tailored so that’s what I’d do-eventually. So proud when I was all suited up. Carefully put back on a hanger then showed me exactly how to shine the boots. This was important to him, this was not just a matter of well shined boots but an extension of him as the manager, the first impression of “Ricks” (as all the dealerships were called). Said he was sorry no time to have my name and corporate logo embroidered, get it done. I asked him if he wanted a picture? He just pointed at his eye and walked away so I wouldn’t see the tears of pride.

Something I could and did do for him; Freshly laundered his uniform then polished his boots. Ironed the clothes, put it all on a hanger then, with the boots, found where he’d hung mine, got it, took both to our bedroom for his approval. First thing, his boots….he approved my work then took me in his arms, just held me. It was enough. I had done something for him that marked me, more than anything else could, as his son.

Right then I wanted to eat some Dad sperm.

I did.

Saturday morning began with a strange man in a business suit, with his cock and balls hanging out, in our bedroom, pulling the sheets of us then rolling my Dad.

“Son….. Rick. Next.”

Okay. This was, who else could it be, our (my new) boss and apparently he knew my father better than professionally. While he drove into Dad, he reached over, grabbed my nuts then started the squeeze to get a non handed squirt-something I could do. And did. He smiled, moved his hand up to my nipples and played there seemingly oblivious of his fucking my Dad….

Clearly they’d done this many times for when he finished, he completely undressed then crawled into bed with us. Actually, he was a fine looking man, may ten years older than my father but in great shape. Didn’t see many executives with that sort of ink as well as piercing but….Rick had ‘em. Looked, hard to explain this, just like you expected someone who sold trucks to look like if you found them mowing their back yard without their shirt. Friendly smile. Kissed Dad.

“Is he ready?”

“He’s…….train….whenever…..,my son.”

“Yep, he’s gonna be even better but, hey, we got dirty work at the crossroads to get done today. Harry’s out setting the cameras and lights, not that they’ll see them, uh, got the makeup people coming around ten, figure out the set up and we’ll be down the block in the uplink van watching the fun. Hey, Jon, right up front, he grabbed my cock, you are welcome to the firm. Almost creamed on my desk when this old man said you wanted ta be suited up….you’re gonna belong to me, right Mitch?

Dad smiled. “Yea…..Rick…..like me…..learn…….Monday.”

Even I couldn’t translate that one.

My new boss finished stroking me down, interrupted talking to, not with, Dad, to eat my man slurp then went back to what was probably technical talk, it seemed to surround gaskets which….?

“Sir, I’m gonna go  get cleaned up….”

“Oh, hey, I got Artie, your barber coming over, give you fresh cuts, good, deep shaves….look better under the make up on camera.”

He saw the strange expression on my face. Laughed.

“Kid, this is all being done for the jackasses, they don’t know it but...they’re making a commercial, just one never on the air...go get wet, your Dad and I...”

My father reached up to pull Rick to him while I almost bumped into a wall in confusion.

The morning went quite a lot faster. As various people showed up, Rick got dressed, oversaw what I now understood was going to be payback. I know longer suspected, but knew, it was Rick who had the kink that my Dad and I liked but, probably, a great deal beyond what we’d done. That was for later.

It was a simple story, cheaters, Andy and Coach, would show up to try and mend some fences. That, of course, wouldn’t happen but they would find themselves over a sex bench, secured and then fucked by Dad and myself but only after a spanking that left them with more than traces of blood. Speech from me about  faithfulness and then a promise to make them….and left that blank. Men in masks showed up, grabbed Andy’s things, took them out of their fuck station, cuffed them then took them away. Rick said that we could see part 2 on the late show at his place where we would go soon as the trash left or….was taken away. Said he hoped Andy had brought another squad car...surely losing two of them in the river with the keys….

After 11:30….all was calm, you’d have never known the trees held cameras, microphones. The uniforms, Rick brought them, could never have been worked in, so tightly fitted it was hard to move and, if you wondered what was in our pants, we were padded almost to the point of unreality. Rick, laughing, left telling me he knew I was the man for this job and then some others….damn pleased to see me in his uniform...regretted that just throwing eggs at the cocksuckers didn’t quite cut it…..

We stood by the open door, speakers all about us just unseen. I wasn’t sure but tried to ask Dad about Rick, what he meant about me. He looked at me, “Rick….out...trained me…….rough…..both of us now….Rick loves me….”

Okay, time to play wheel of fortune to decipher that. If I was right, I had to remember Dad had been young, Rick found him, took him to his whatever, fell in love with him and, I guess, Rick would take me to learn whatever. Somehow I didn’t think it would have to do with Axles, grease and tune ups.

A car pulled up, belonged to Coach, they got out, came toward us must have been taken aback by our matching uniforms and, as we’d been carefully made up, the slight differences between us were not visible, just a pair of identical twins.

One of us spoke. “Here….came….my son……..” That it was me not Dad threw them simply because the way we were situated inside, there wasn’t enough spill light to easily tell one of us from the other.

“Bat up my kid……..hurt him…….bad….for money.” And that was the clue to hit the recording I’d made that night only this time it was in Dolby sound and coming from...everywhere. Every snicker, ever groan, every nasty comment, every degrading thing said about the father and son their former lovers..they had to listen. Well, they had no choice, I guess they’d forgot the gun….which now was trained at them; They knew I could and would shoot and badly maim both of them. You could see the shame, the degradation, the humiliation as it droned on. Word after word after word after the sounds of sex not well performed and even then, laughter about how we’d been taken for all this time.

I could feel Dad stiffen, he was on the balls of his feet, ready to go after them-which is why he was subtly tied to me.

And then it was quiet, the voices stopped, it was a cool morning in suburbia.

“I’ve packed up your things, they’re here, take them….”

That was when they were going to leave but not freely. I will assume these were some of Rick’s men who gagged them, secured them and, not trusting them to walk, hauled them between two of them like fresh kill waiting to be slaughtered. One final thing.

“I’ll send a copy of your performance so you can enjoy it privately.”

We closed the door, went back in and fell on one another.

Rick came around and was not laughing. “Great job, guys, just what they deserved..at least from you. Got to keep you with clean hands….” And then laughed in a way that did not suggest everyone would be happy to hear him.

“C’mon, get out of those suits, Jesus, how could you move? Get comfortable, I got lunch all set up, get you each a beer?” Sure, since it was now our boss, we accepted.

In our room peeling out and grabbing far more comfortable clothes he took me in his arms…,..Jon….gave him…..you’ll be changed…...like me….he’ll love…..do what he tells you….I love you.” With which he stooped down and kissed my balls….

After lunch when we stood up, Rick threw an arm around me. “Well, Jon, your Dad asked me to do a few things with you….might as well get started, get the taste of those two….”

Suddenly I knew what everyone had said, warned, tried to tell me….But my father had given me to him...whatever he would do my Dad wanted done...I remembered a story Jesse told me about how he’d been caught by Rick before he joined the force, took him somewhere...he stopped there, wouldn’t go on. I looked at Rick.

That’s when he slipped behind me, applied the cuffs and slipped a gag into my mouth. He held me affectionately in his arms….I love you, son, just don’t fight me….”