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[Jake]
None of the sounds I made so far was enough release for my anger. Not the shouting I mindlessly shot at Dad, not the door slam that swept through the house, and not the yelling that got muffled by my pillow.
It was another one of my fights with Dad. The blowout was bigger this time, but the essence was the same.
“You're taking this too lightly. You think taking a gap year is for fun?”
"I'm not a fucking robot, Dad! I'm not like you!" I fired back, resentment bubbling over.
I saw his face tighten, those tired brown eyes flinch, and I knew I’d cut deep, but I couldn’t stop. I stormed out of the kitchen, leaving him standing there, hairy arms crossed, looking like I’d punched him.
I take a break from pacing my room like an animal in confinement. I’m eighteen, not some kid he can lecture like I don't know anything. I kick a bundle of clothes at the foot of my bed and send it flying everywhere.
The anger’s hot, yes, but it's not just that. This frustration is fueled by something else as well. There’s this gnawing ache underneath, like a mass weighing down on my heart. I want him to see me. Really see me. Not just as his responsibility, but as… fuck, something more.
There's always been that distance I couldn't understand between us. When I came out to him last year, sitting at that damn kitchen table, hands shaking as I said I’m gay. I thought it’d crack his stoic shell, make him open up. But he just nodded, mumbled, “I love you no matter what,” and returned to his coffee. No questions or follow-ups. Just silence.
Sure, many people would kill for such a casual reaction, but this case was a symptom of a bigger, underlying condition. An emotional distance between us. Dad would rather fix a car than talk feelings, and he’s been like that since Mom left us all those years ago, working himself to the brink to keep us going. I get it, he’s trying, but it’s like he’s walled himself off, and I’m stuck pounding on the door, desperate to get in.
I flop onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. Despite my best efforts, I catch my mind wandering there. A scene from some time ago plays out in my head. Dad bends over to grab a beer from the fridge, and his trousers stretch beyond what's physically possible as his thick behind fills them to the brim. Without realizing it, I imagine what it’d… shit, I can’t go there. Twisting and turning in bed, I try to shake these horrendous thoughts away. My teenage lust was making me confused, mixing love and libido. But the thoughts still creep in, especially when I’m pissed like this. I want him to grab me, pin me down, make me feel something other than this constant, itching need. I groan, rubbing my face.
I’m such a fucking brat.
*****
[Peter]
The growl of Dave’s four-by-four rumbles through the crisp afternoon, tires crunching gravel as he drives down the worn-down road towards his farm. I’m slouched in the passenger seat, elbow resting on the open window, while I hold my face in my hand. Dave’s got one hand on the wheel, the other resting on my thigh, his calloused fingers squeezing gently through my jeans. It’s calming, but it doesn’t untie the knot in my gut.
“It's just part of being a teenager, Pete.” Dave says, his voice calm and collected, eyes flicking to me before returning to the road, "He's just getting to stand on his own two feet and thinks the world revolves around him."
I look over at Dave and shake my head. Distressed as I may be, I still can't help but admire the build of the man driving next to me. He’s all muscle, carved from years of farm work, his flannel stretched tight over his broad chest with thick hair peeking out where the buttons were left loose. At 38, he’s got that rugged, cocky charm that makes my knees weak, even after two years of sneaking around and doing it everywhere we can.
I grunt, not sure what to say. “He’s so damn angry, Dave. He honestly thinks I'm a robot, that I don't care about him.”
My throat tightens, and I turn back to the open window, hating how much it stings. Dave’s hand tightens on my thigh, warm and steady.
“He’s eighteen, Pete. They’re all like that. Skittish, like a colt that doesn’t know whether to run or kick. We obviously care for them, but at one point, you gotta tame 'em. Show 'em what's okay and what's not even if they object.”
I shake my head, fidgeting with my jacket zipper.
“I’m no good at that. He’s so… out there. I don't know. He doesn't mind the whole world knowing he's gay. Proud as hell. I don’t know how to talk to him about that. Hell, I can barely admit I’m…” I trail off, the word sticking like a fish bone in my throat.
Dave doesn't say anything, and he doesn't have to. After all, he’s the one who broke my shell, showed me what I really wanted. I was reluctant at first. The years of hiding who I really am from my wife and Jake, and more importantly, from myself, felt like a prison, but Dave knew just how to push me.
Dave chuckles, his hand sliding up to squeeze mine. “You’re overthinking, Pete. Jake’s a good kid, just needs his dad to meet him where he’s at. You're more similar than you know. Ever think he’s acting out ‘cause he wants something from you he ain’t getting?”
I frown, my stomach churning. “Like what? I provide everything I can for him. What does he need that I'm not giving?”
Dave’s quiet for a beat, his thumb rubbing circles on my hand. “Maybe it ain’t about day-to-day stuff."
"What do you mean?"
"Kid’s gay, right? Out and proud, as you said. He’s probably out there looking for dick, and if he ain’t getting it on the regular, his pent-up heat could be what's causing all this angst.”
My heart stops, and I have to replay what Dave said because the first time didn't register.
“Jesus, Dave, don’t say that. He’s my son!” I yell out on reflex.
“I know,” Dave says softly, “But hear me out. Jake’s got needs, like you did at his age, sneaking around, desperate for a man’s touch. You found me, and we take care of each other, right?” His hand brushes my crotch, and my dick twitches despite the stress.
“What if you gave Jake what he needs? Tamed him like what happened between us."
I jerk my hand away, horrified.
“Dave, what the fuck? That’s my kid. I can’t… that’s wrong!” My voice cracks, and my face burns.
The idea of touching Jake like that is sick, but a shameful part of me stirs. Jake is naturally good-looking, and his slender, smooth body only adds to his charm. Despite myself, an image of his boyish face and warm eyes comes to mind, leading me to imagine the possibility of what Dave suggested.
Dave turns to face me while still driving, an act I find fear-inducing, but have since learned to let him do his thing and trust him.
“Pete, I’m not saying it’s easy. But you love him, right? You want him safe. I’ve seen how he looks at you. He wants it.”
I shake my head, heart pounding quickly with fear.
“I’m his dad. I’m supposed to protect him, not…” I can’t finish, my mind a mess of guilt, fear, and something I don't want to name.
Dave cups my face, forcing me to meet his eyes. “You’re a good man, Pete. Whatever you decide, I’ve got you. But think about it. Jake’s a man now, and he’s hurting. You could be what he needs.”
I swallow hard, nodding silently as Dave pulls me into a rough kiss that forces me to let go of my nerves. He turns back to face the road, and I sigh internally, my mind still buzzing with what we discussed
*****
[Jake]
I’m sprawled on the couch, flipping through channels, the TV’s glow cutting through the dim living room.
The fight with Dad’s still simmering, and I’m trying to lose myself in anything I can find when the front door creaks open. Dad’s heavy steps come first, then Uncle Dave’s boots. My stomach twists. I’m not ready to face Dad again, and especially not with Uncle Dave around. I looked up to him too much, and would rather keep him from seeing us fight like that. I keep my eyes on the screen as they walk in, pretending not to notice.
“Hey, Jake,” Dave’s voice booms, always ready to run the show. “You gonna ignore your dad all night?”
I glance up, jaw tight. Dad obviously told him, and I'm not sure what to say to that. Dad, on the other hand, stands to his side, his stocky frame hunched, like he’s carrying a boulder. His fists are clenched, and his eyes seem to be looking at anything except me. Typical.
Before I come up with anything to say, Dave reaches out and pats me on the shoulder, his sleeves rolled up to show off those farm-built muscles. I’ve always thought Uncle Dave was cool as fuck, but I’m not in the mood for either of them.
“I’m fine,” I mutter, turning back to the TV, voice sharp. “Just watching this.”
Dave snorts, his hand squeezing my shoulder just a bit too much.
“Bullshit, kid. You and your dad got beef. Go talk it out. Don’t make me drag you in there.”
I hold his gaze with stubborn refusal, but Dave’s tone isn’t joking. I've only seen him get serious twice before, and the second time wasn't needed for me to know better than to disobey him when he is. Dad’s just standing there, looking like he’d rather bolt. I sigh, tossing the remote down.
“Fine. Whatever.”
Dad looks at Dave, his eyes begging for something, and Dave nods, jerking his face to signal Dad to move it. His face tightens as he leads me toward his bedroom.
“C’mon, Jake.” His voice is quiet and heavy.
I follow, heart thudding at the unexpected seriousness. We've had plenty of fights before, but something about this time rubs me the wrong way. Not sure what I’m walking into, I follow Dad while my mind races. In his room, the air’s thick, the faint hum of the TV below barely cutting the tension. Dad shuts the door, giving us some privacy within his man cave. His bed’s unmade, sheets rumpled, smelling of his cologne and sweat.
I lean against the wall, arms crossed, staring at the floor. Dad sits on the bed’s edge, hands clasped.
“Jake,” he starts, taking a breath to prep himself, “I’m sorry about this morning. I didn’t mean to come down on you so hard. I just… worry. I want you to have a good life.”
I scoff, anger flaring all over again. “Talking to you is frustrating. Do you realize how frustrating it really is? It's like we're on two different planets!”
"I don't understand..."
"Exactly, you don't! And you talk to me like I'm some 8-year-old. I'm 18, Dad... It's about time you notice that!"
His face falls, and my emotions waver for a moment upon seeing his tired face.
“I’m trying, Jake,” he says, voice cracking. “I’ve been trying since your mom left. I know I’m not good at this, but I love you. I’d do anything for you.”
The words hit hard, and my throat tightens. I want to stay mad, but his eyes are looking at me with raw desperation. The unfamiliar burst of emotions breaks through, and I find my own bottled-up feelings spill into the open, naked and free.
“I love you too, Dad,” I mumble, barely audible. “I just… want you to see me. Not just your kid, but… me.”
He stands, stepping closer, and his arms wrap around me, pulling me into a hug. It’s awkward at first, his stocky frame swallowing my smaller one, but I melt into it, face pressed against his shoulder. He smells like motor oil and cheap soap, so fucking Dad it hurts, and I hug him back with double the passion, feeling something burning up inside me, that inexplicable hunger. I pull back, and our eyes lock. In that moment, I can see that same hunger in him with newfound clarity.
I don’t know who moves first, but our lips latch on to each other, hungry and desperate, his beard tickling my smooth face as I kiss him like I’ve dreamed of for years. I draw back to catch my breath, and I see him look at me, realizing what we've done, the threshold we crossed, dawning on him. Seeing him shake with need and doubt, I push myself against him once more, kissing him more passionately, like a starving animal.
It works, and we end up tearing at each other’s clothes, discarding them haphazardly around the bed as we fall down in a tangle of limbs. His hairy chest presses against mine, big and comforting, and I’m clawing at his jeans, desperate to feel him. He’s on top, his stocky, hairy body pinning me to the rumpled sheets, our cocks grinding together, their underbellies performing a mating ritual. My hands claw at his back, digging into the coarse hair and muscle underneath, pulling him closer. I need him, all of him. The fight from this morning still burns in my chest, but it’s fuel now, driving me to kiss him harder, to feel him against me. His weight, his scent - cheap soap and cologne - is so fucking Dad it makes my head spin.
My legs rise, wrapping around his waist, instinct taking over.
“Dad,” I gasp, breaking the kiss, my eyes pleading as he looks at me with urgency. “Fuck me. Please, Dad, I need you inside me.”
I can't believe the words that come out of my mouth, and neither does Dad. He freezes, his eyes wide. He takes a deep breath and slides off me, grabbing the lube from the nightstand. His hands shake as he pumps some onto his fingers. His cock, smaller than mine, is already leaking. He climbs back over me, his hairy bulk looming, and I spread my legs, my smooth hole happily open for its maker.
“Sorry, kid,” he mutters, voice rough, “I’m a bit out of practice.”
He nudges my hole, but the angle’s off, and I wince, a sharp sting shooting through me.
“It’s okay, Dad,” I say quickly, my voice tight but hungry. “I want it. I want you.”
My hands grip his shoulders, urging him on.
He nods, sweat beading on his forehead, and tries again. This time, his cock slips past my ring, sliding in slowly and carefully. I gasp, my body tensing, then relaxing as I adjust.
It’s not like I imagined. There's no porn-star ease, and I have to move around to match Dad's pace.
But it’s Dad, my Dad, and that’s enough. My legs hug him tight, my nails raking his back as he starts to thrust, tentative but real. I’m happy, even if it’s messy, even if it’s not perfect. The feeling of fullness passing through my insides is more than enough.
We rut in missionary, his thrusts finding a rhythm while my moans spill out, desperate and soft. His breath gets heavier, his face tightening with something I can’t read as he gets lost in the motion while I gaze at him.
All of a sudden, his cock slips out with a slick pop. I whine immediately, bucking my hips up.
“Dad, put it back,” I beg, chasing that connection.
He tries, his face troubled as he pushes in again, only for it to slip out again. I feel the loss like a punch, and when I prop myself up, my stomach drops. His cock’s softening, drooping against his thigh.
“Dad… do you not want me?” I choke out, hurt clawing at my chest. “Am I not…?”
“No, Jake, God no,” Dad says fast, his hands cupping my face as he gives me another kiss, his eyes full of love and shame. “You’re perfect, kid. It’s not you. It’s… compatibility. I... I don't know how to...”
Compatibility? My heart twists, a bitter thought forming in my mind.
“Dad, can you not get it up with guys?”
The words burn, and the wall between us feels bigger than ever all of a sudden.
But only for an instance. He opens his mouth to explain, his face a mess of guilt, but the door creaks open, and I freeze. Dave’s there, his broad frame filling the doorway, flannel unbuttoned to show off his chiseled pecs and dark chest hair. His eyes glint with a calm that makes my skin prickle.
“Easy, fellas,” he says, raising a hand as Dad stammers and I scramble for the sheet. “I was listenin’ outside. Knew this might happen.”
My eyes dart between them, confusion turning to clarity.
“Dad… ?” I whisper, the pieces finally clicking.
Dad’s face goes red, but Dave steps closer, grinning.
“Yeah, son. Me and your dad. Been at it a couple of years now.”
He claps Dad’s shoulder, steadying him.
“Made a damn good bottom outta him. Helped him ditch all that shame.”
As if to disprove him, Dad looks mortified, eyes on the bed, but somehow, I'm not distressed. On the contrary, I feel... Joy.
I lean in, surprising them both, and kiss Dad with renewed passion.
“Dad,” I murmur against him.
"Jake? What are you..." He asks, his confusion showing on his face.
“It's all good, Dad!" The words feel natural as everything falls into place. "Not how I thought, but… that makes us much more alike than I thought we could be, and that really makes me happy!”
Dad’s eyes glisten, a tear slipping free as he cups my face.
“Jake, I never thought you’d… support this. Support me.”
I grin, climbing onto him, our naked bodies pressed tight as I kiss him again, fierce and needy.
“We’re wired the same, Dad. I get it now.”
Dave’s chuckle cuts through, deep and warm. “Told ya, Pete. Like father, like son. You two are cut from the same cloth.”
I turn to him from my position on top of Dad, gratitude swelling. “Thanks, Uncle Dave. For making this happen.”
Dad nods beneath me, voice heavy with emotion. But Dave’s grin says he's not quite done yet.
“Well, since I’m here, how ‘bout I give you boys the cock you so badly need, ha?” He announces, already taking off his belt.
I glance at Dad, and the thoughts transfer like sparks between us. I raise my ass, snugly lying on top of Dad's plump one, and shake it like a bitch in heat at Uncle Dave. The time for shame has long since ended, and Dad and I realized we had needs that needed to be met. And who better than your Dad's top to take your anal cherry?
Dave strips quickly, his flannel and jeans hitting the floor, revealing a body carved from farm work. Broad shoulders, thick pecs, a heavy, big cock that's rising with determination. He climbs onto the bed, settling in the middle, his bulk drawing us in.
“C’mere, boys,” he growls, patting the mattress. “Let Daddy take care of ya.”
It's wrong on so many levels, and honestly sort of humiliating in retrospect, but the cock lust is too strong in both of us, a funny showing of our hardwired genes. I slide in on one side, Dad on the other, our naked bodies pressing against Dave’s warmth, latching on out of primal need.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I whisper, and Dad echoes, “Thanks, Daddy.”
I feel my cock throb when Dad copies me, our pathetic state going straight to my nerves and fucking with my mind. Dave turns to me first, pulling me into a deep, dominating kiss, his tongue claiming my mouth with a confidence that makes my already fully hard cock hurt. Dad watches, his breath hitching, then, unable to contain himself, leans in to suck Dave’s nipple, nuzzling into his chest hair, his hands roaming Dave’s shoulders. Fighting for my life against Dave's oral assault, my fingers instinctively wrap around his cock, stroking the thickening weight, marveling at its magically comforting warmth and how it pulses in my hand.
Dave breaks our kiss, turning to Dad, his tongue claiming him with the same possessive drive. I take my turn at Dave’s other nipple, licking and sucking, my hand still working his cock, now rock-hard and leaking. I stop for a second, letting the magnificent fuck stick spring free and wild, to bring the precum drops up to my mouth.
"Don't worry, Jake. There's a lot more where this came from."
Fuck! The way he maneuvers this whole situation confidently only makes me want to melt into him harder. He ushers us to move when he's done playing with our mouths. After a quick reshuffle with his precise commands, I find myself in my earlier position, lying on top of Dad, face to face, his hairy bulk a soft, warm cushion, like a big teddy bear, while our asses present themselves to our man off the edge of the bed.
“Who’s first?” Dave asks, now standing behind us, eyes flicking between my smooth, pink starfish and Dad's hairy, trained pucker.
Dad looks at me, his expression soft. “Jake deserves it more,” he says, and I blush, a shy smile breaking through my nerves.
"Please, Daddy."
Another humiliating display, but I shake my ass nonetheless, desperate to gt Daddy's dick inside me. My cock brushes my Dad's, our bodies pressed close as he wraps his arms around me, holding me steady. Dave kneels behind me, his rough hands spreading my cheeks, exposing my hole properly. His tongue dives in, lapping and probing, and I whine, squirming in Dad’s grip.
“You’re okay, kid,” Dad murmurs, kissing my forehead, his lips brushing my ear. “Just let it happen.”
Dave’s tongue works me open, the wet heat driving me wild as he eats me out, munching and sucking. I start to squirm, frotting against Dad as the newly acquired pleasure spreads through my body.
After about 10 minutes, when I can feel Dave's spit tickle my balls as it trickles from my hole and all over, he pulls back, spits into his hand, and slicks his thick cock before pressing it against my loosened hole.
“Hold him, Pete,” Dave says, his voice firm, like he’s breaking in a colt. “Gonna do him like I did you. Breed him right.”
Dad’s arms tighten, his lips on my ear. “I’ve got you, Jake.”
Dave pushes forward, his cock breaching me, and I cry out, my body bucking with pain and nerves. Dave’s hands grip my hips, steady and unrelenting, guiding me through the burn.
“Breathe, kid,” he coaches. “You’re takin’ it like a champ.”
I keep groaning and pushing out, following Dave and Dad's instructions, until the pain melts into bliss. Dave’s cock fills me, stretching me until my whole body starts humming. It's a strange sensation, but I feel like my entire existence zeroes in on my anal passage, feeling Dave's monster of a cock slide over every ridge, molding my insides to the shape of his mighty cock. Dad kisses me deep, our tongues tangling, stuffing me as Dave’s thrusts grow steady, relentless. His legs wrap around mine, holding me tight, our heartbeats syncing against each other. Dave fucks me hard, each thrust deeper, coring out my resistance. My cock grinds against Dad’s belly, slick with sweat and precum, and I’m lost, moaning into Dad’s mouth.
“Fuck, Dad,” I gasp, my voice breaking. “Please! Don't stop, Dave! It feels so fuckin’ good.”
“You’re doing great, kid,” Dad murmurs, his hands stroking my back, his own cock hard under mine.
Dave’s rhythm is unforgiving, his hips slamming my ass, making the bed creak. My moans get louder, and my body trembles as the pleasure builds. My own cock, trapped between us, leaks so much I wonder if I came without knowing it.
Dave grunts, his hands tightening as he picks up the pace, clearly close to seeding me.
“HERE IT COMES, KID!" He thrusts deep, like an animal fighting for its life, unloading his hot, thick man milk inside me.
The sensation, spreading wonderfully from inside my hole and up my spine, pushes me over, my orgasm ripping through as my cock shoots its own load across Dad’s hairy belly, splattering us both. I slump to the side, panting on my back, my ass leaking Dave’s load onto the sheets. My body is buzzing, but we're not done yet.
Dave gestures to his glistening cock, still hard. “Clean it up, Pete.”
Dad leans forward with practiced ease, his tongue lapping at Dave’s shaft, savoring the mix of Dave’s cum and my ass. He moans, eyes fluttering, ecstatic. I watch, mesmerized, then sit up, cum dripping from my stretched hole and oozing everywhere. I join Dad, our lips meeting around Dave’s cock, alternating between cleaning the big tool and making around it, sucking and twisting our tongues. Dad stops for a second, but continues without hesitation, his will disintegrating before his sexual appetite.
Dave groans, clearly loving the scene of father and son embracing their family's nature together. His hands guide us, setting us under his cock with open mouths and extended tongues. Slow, soft chuckled bubble up from inside him, interrupted by hard breathing from the intensity of the sex, as he slaps his cock against our faces, smearing leftover cum across our cheeks and over our eyes while we fight over who gets to catch it.
“Fuckin’ naturals, the both of ya,” he says with glee.
His eyes gleam as he turns to Dad. “Your turn, Pete. On your knees.”
Dad scrambles into position, doggy-style, his big, hairy ass raised. Dave doesn't bother slicking himself with spit this time, his cock glistening from his own cum and our dutiful, shared blowjob, and burrows into Dad’s hole, slow and deliberate. Dad groans, shuddering as Dave fills him, the stretch reigniting his need. But there's not much resistance, showcasing how well-trained he is.
I’m propped against the headboard, trying to regain my breath, but witnessing the scene before me makes my cock twitch back to life. I inch forward, hesitating, then guide Dad’s head forcefully toward my cock.
“Dad,” I say softly, despite my strong grip on his hair, “can you suck me?”
His eyes widen, surprised, but Dave’s voice cuts in. “Look at him go, Pete! Taking what he wants from his Dad!”
Dad moans, resistance flattering as his lips part to let my cock slide into his warm, broken-in mouth. The taste is new to him, and he surrenders, his tongue swirling like he's been taught, his moans vibrating against my painfully hard erection. I kneel in front of him, getting easier access as Dave and I spitroast my father. The scene is surreal, but it also feels right in both looks and movement.
Dave fucks Dad hard, his hips snapping, while I thrust with increasing force into his mouth, making him take my cock to the base at the expense of air. Our rhythm syncs up as Dad bounces between us, his body swinging like he's got the itch. I lean forward, meeting Dave’s lips over Dad’s back, and our tongues battle as Dad moans below, mind gone in the fuck haze. Dave tweaks Dad’s nipple, and I thread my fingers through his hair again.
“Fuck, Dad, you’re so good,” I gasp, awe in my voice as his expert mouth sucks my soul through my cock. “This is the best feeling ever!"
Dave grins while never missing a single thrust. “Seems like ya might be swinging for the wrong team, Jake.”
I look at him with a questioning look as I continue fucking Dad's mouth.
"You might have started as a bottom, but I see the works of a great top in ya, boy!"
Dad’s moans grow louder. The mention of his son, his flesh and blood that came from his own sperm, topping him, sends him into the anal orgasm he's been building all this time. The small cock bouncing between his legs aimlessly starts spraying everywhere like a garden hose, and his voice fills the room with deep, guttural groans. The intense orgasm ripping through my Dad causes his hole to clamp around Dave and his mouth to tighten on me like a suction cup, causing us both to lose it.
I cum first, spilling into Dad’s mouth, yelling my heart out as I empty my sperm, his grand kids, deep into his belly. He swallows greedily, burying his face in my crotch with fierce determination. Behind him, Dave roars, letting his second load loose inside his boyfriend's hungry hole. Dad follows up, his own asslips doing their best to suck the dick and its cum deep into his bowels.
We collapse, Dad a sweaty, cummy mess with Dave and I on either side, breathing heavily as we come down from the high we just achieved. Dave’s hand rests on Dad’s back.
“Fuckin’ proud of you, both of you. You took it like a man, Pete. Just the way I taught ya!” Dad smiles, his consciousness still reeling from everything that happened.
"And you!" He turns to me. "Didn't know ya had in ya!"
I grin, my head on Dad’s shoulder. “Thanks, Dave. And Dad… you’re incredible.” I pause, smiling shyly from the happiness blooming inside my heart. “I’m never gonna misbehave again. Promise. Not with my two dads by my side.”
I must've looked really hopeful as I said that, because they stared at me for a beat before responding.
"Damn right, kid! Yer Daddies will make sure you turn out fine. Ain't that right, Pete?" Dave laughs and smacks Dad on the ass.
"Of course," Dad says, his eyes lovingly gazing at me as if he's seeing me for the first time, "whatever it takes, Son!"
END
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