Perfect Addition

Chapter Four

Marcus’ POV

Having gotten home early, I made dinner and was watching TV, waiting for Hamilton to get home. I looked at the clock and saw that it was well after seven pm, almost eight in fact. We did live quite a drive from work but it wasn’t that far, and with the rush hour having been over a while ago, he should have been pulling up already. I sighed, hoping that he hadn’t gotten so caught up with work that he lost all sense of time.

Just as I was about to put dinner in the fridge, I heard a car pulling up. I smiled. I was dressed in just my boxer-briefs, showing off my sculpted body that I’d worked so hard on for months. I knew Hamilton loved seeing me in the bare minimum amount of clothing. I greeted him at the door, flinging it open, only to see it wasn’t Hamilton.

“Oh, hey, Marcus!’

“Hello, Troy,” I said, my mood turning. “You could have called to say you were coming over.”

“I’m sorry. I called Dad but he said he was still at work. Look, have you told him yet?”

“Told him what, Troy? There is nothing to tell.”

“He deserves to know!”

“Ugh!” I groaned.

Troy was handsome, just like his father; like a younger version of the man. Troy stood six-foot-four of sculpted muscular chocolate, and his dick was just as big at ten inches. I knew, because Troy--now twenty-two years old--had been the sophomore I’d had the group session with back in college (as told in chapter five of Perfect Piece). He had been a week-long fling after the group session, but since he was an intercampus exchange student who would only spend one semester on my campus, Troy moved on, fucked other guys, and had several of the gay boys talking and fiending for his dick. The moment we saw each other again during last year’s Christmas dinner, we knew. Once we had a private moment, we discussed it, and had agreed not to ruin Hamilton’s happiness.

“We’ve discussed this already, Troy. What’s in the past is in the past. No need to tell him and fuck everything up.”

“Fuck everything up for who? Him or for you?”

“And just what the fuck does that mean?”

“I mean, you seem to love my Dad, but he’s well off.”

“Troy Hamilton Walker–-” I started.

“You’re not my fucking mom or stepmom! Don’t do that!” he snapped.

“OK. Emotions are a bit high right now, let’s start over. (Sigh). I do love your father, genuinely. I’m not trying to gold dig. I’m not your last boyfriend,” I shot back. He glared at me then sighed.

“OK, I’m sorry. The guilt is just eating me up right now. Plus, I genuinely think he needs to know.”

“I understand why you think that, but trust me, he doesn’t. And now who sounds like they’re trying to assuage their guilt by telling?”

“Yeah, you’re right. But this is my dad we’re talking about. I really. . .I just. . .”

“I get it. I love him too. Just calm down and we can work through this. Remember, the past is the past.”

“OK. . .You know, I haven’t even told him, or anyone I care about for that matter, that I’m bisexual yet.”

“Well, maybe that’s one secret you can tell him. He’ll have to understand or he’ll be quite the hypocr–-”

 Just then the door opened and Hamilton walked in. He paused, looking at me and Troy, and I felt like I would turn white as a sheet. There I was, standing very close to Troy, in my underwear, and he was sitting right in front of me.

"Hey, son. Wassup,” he greeted us. “You didn’t say you were coming over.”

“Oh, I decided to surprise you but I caught Marcus by surprise too. He was dressed in just his undies waiting for you and damned near jumped into my arms when he flung the door open.”

“Oh,” Hamilton said, then laughed. “That’s my babe. I’m gonna catch a shower. You wanna stay for dinner, if that’s cool with you, Marcus?”

“Sure, sure. I made enough,” I agreed. Hamilton dashed upstairs and Troy and I both sighed in relief.

“Good save on that awkward situation,” I complimented. “That was some quick thinking.”

“Like father, like son, I guess,” Troy shrugged, and for some reason, hearing him say that sent a chill down my spine.

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Hamilton’s POV

That was close. Sayid’s load had been threatening to burst from my asshole on the Uber ride home, and then when I walked in the door, I saw Marcus and Troy in an. . .odd position, not that I thought they were doing anything. Troy was straight and Marcus would never touch my son like that. I stood under the warm cascade from the showerhead for a while longer. I felt awful and wonderful both at once.

Sayid had fucked me stupid, and it still felt so damned good. My asshole was still pulsing with the sweet dull ache of that amazingly brutal dick-down he’d given me. My nipples were rock-hard and super-sensitive just thinking about it. My dick was hard as steel, and I moaned as I started jerking off.

“Fuck!” I cussed.

I couldn’t believe how incredibly well he had deep-drilled me. I just couldn’t get him out of my head. Still, I felt awful, in the sense that I couldn’t tell Marcus about Sayid. We had an open relationship; fully open, so long as we either played together or told each other about the guys we played with separately but I absolutely could not tell Marcus about Sayid. How could I explain that he had at least a week’s worth of video of us fucking in my office, in addition to the fact that he had blackmailed me into the best fucking sex of my life?

“Shit! Urgh shit!” I hissed, pinching my nipples and beating my meat like I was an oversexed teenager. “Urrrrggghhhhhhh! Urrrrgghhh! Fuck!”

I was shooting nut all over the shower wall; shooting harder than I had ever shot before, all because I was thinking of Sayid and that good dick.

“Dammit!” I muttered. Time to clean up, get myself together and get down to dinner, I thought.