Something Different

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This is really for my readers who know me. My oldest son showed up at the gate yesterday honking his horn, wasted, wanting to see the boys. I met him at the gate.

“I want to see my kids, Dad.” He slurred.

“Look, T. You are obviously fucked up. I refuse to let them see you like this; they don’t need to relive Thanksgiving all over again. I’m doing you a favor.” I had so… much remorse, grief, and I was so… fuckin pissed off at him.

“You climbing over that gate will only result in breaking the restraining order and I called the Sheriff before coming out.”

I had told the boys to stay in the house before going out. “They’re calling me Dad. They want to see me; what’s the harm?” he asked.

“If they are calling you they want to talk. Have they actually asked to see you?”

‘Semantics, Dad.’ And I opened the gate enough to walk through when the Sheriff pulled up. I gave him the stand down hand and he didn’t get out of his cruiser.

‘T, Son, please. Do you want them to see you blazed? Do you think they would be better with you and the?’ I caught myself before saying CUNT.

“There’s a really good chance that Joe will pull you over the minute you hit the road. Call one of them and talk; if they want to come out I won’t stop them.”

‘They, you, blocked my number to their phones.” We were now leaning on the hood of his truck

‘Think about it, T? Would I really do that? Do you really think I’d fuckin do that? A rational mind would realize they don’t want to talk to you or The Cunt, you made them with.” I knew he would hit me, and he did. Joe got out of his car.

He was spitting on me sitting on the ground, and Joe fuckin tased him. He rolled my eldest over cuffing my son looking at me.

“Can you just hold him and let him out tomorrow, Joe?” He nodded protecting my son's head putting him in the backseat of his cruiser. RJC.

Back to Something Different.

Now I know a thing or two about the guy who was holding me. I’m not sure if it was the swats to my ass or if I liked being over his shoulder, but I was thickening up. My curly-haired friend was ticklish beyond belief. Now it wasn’t just his feet or under his arms; he was ticklish everywhere.

My fingers dug into his ribs and I was on the ground in a nanosecond. I gave him the eye as all my fingers stretched and wiggled like needing to make him squirm. This was his kryptonite. I knew as I stood if I flexed just one time little Camron would show out the top of my spandex.

“I’m taking a shower,” I announced and my sister’s phone started dancing across the bar.

“Hi, Daddy.” And there was a short pause.

“But, Daddy.” Another short pause.

“I did not.” She said.

“But, Daddy. He has such a big dick.” And another pause as she looked at me and winked. “I said, he’s such a big dick, Daddy, and NRD isn’t much better.”

I couldn’t help the involuntary flex and my dick head was now on display atop my running shorts, and all I could do was smile at the eyes glued to it.

“But, Daddy?” I heard her say as I walked up the stairs.

I had expected Nate to be behind me but he wasn’t when I shed my running shorts and turned the water on. I pulled up my playlist as the water got warm, ‘Bars and Melody’. I love music and I would be doing one of theirs in a few days.

I moved under the water; their music flowing over me. I thought about Nate and wasn’t surprised seeing him watch me. With just his tight jeans on he came in falling to his knees. “Help me.” He pleaded, taking my dick in his mouth.

Listening to the music I took his head in my hands, guided him, his face to my cock, helped him. With a hand on the back of his head and the other on his throat, I worked him. It is really something feeling your cock fill a throat; hot as fuck.

He pulled back choking as my city of unborn children dumped in his mouth. “What was that for NRD?” I asked pulling him up.

“I just wanted to get that out of the way for later. And because I love you, CJ. I think I always have.” And he kissed me.

Now I knew he loved me and if he didn’t know how much I loved him he was dumb as dirt. I kissed him so tenderly, traced his face with a finger, and smiled that he was now wearing wet jeans in the shower with me naked. My arms rested on his shoulders and I just looked at him.

This was all still so… new, yes we’d jacked each other off but what was happening now is way different. I mean we had fucked each other once, sucked each other off twice, and I was getting into the kissing. He had me up against the wall, my arms lazily resting over his shoulders, his resting just above my ass, and our foreheads touching.

It was the first time in my life I felt complete, not alone anymore. I totally loved sleeping with him, falling asleep, and waking up next to or on him. We hadn’t talked about what this was, didn’t give it a name, but I was in love with my curly-haired friend.

My hands found his back pockets and now my fingers were massaging the firm globes pulling his crotch to mine. Still forehead to forehead I thought about the question I wanted to ask not knowing if I really needed an answer.

“Do you think Carl, is hot???” I asked and waited.

“EW, Cam. I’m not gay and don’t look at guys like that.” And I raised a brow. “Well, I do look at one guy that way.” And he bonked my forehead with his. “Do you?” He asked leaning back to see my eyes.

Now him saying he wasn’t gay when just minutes ago I helped him choke on my seed and ten hours ago he had that curved cock painting my insides. There it was; a label. I was hurt, a little pissed, did he see me as something he wasn’t?

“I have some shit to do”, I said then saw Carl in the Mirror over the dresser that looked at the mirror in the bathroom, and if I could see him he saw us.

I damn near pushed Nate on his ass as I marched out and backed that little bitch up against the door. “Cass wants the keys; she wants to take us home.” He said with as much fear in his eyes.

“She wants my Tank? Am I wrong?” And he nodded.

“I bet that cock of yours was popping out of those, shameful underwear on the way up the stairs.” And he nodded again.

Now, this was kind of fun putting the kid who was hard as a fuckin rock seeing Nate and me. I was naked with water sliding over my torso and dripping in my eyes. “I would so… do that to you.” He said as a dripping Nathen walked out.

“Do what to him?” he growled over my shoulder.

“I think he was offering to suck me off, Nate.” And I looked over my shoulder at him.

Nathan pushed me to one side and was now in Carl’s face, “I’d suck you too.” He said thinking that might make a difference. His hands went to Nate’s chest closing his eyes bonking the back of his head off the door.

He looked so dejected when his eyes opened and shifted between us. “Look, they think I’m gay. I guess I am; I think. I mean, Nell fucks me like she does the girls. She pushes that thing in my mouth like she does your sister, I’ve never done anything with a boy.”

Nathen backed off looking at me. That was like the saddest fuckin thing I’d ever heard. I looked down and his dick had gone soft, he’d been sucked off and took a strap-on in his ass and probably a dirty one in the mouth. I threw him the keys.

“He is totally fucked up. Cam.” Nathen said.

“Yes he is. Look, NRD, I have some shit to do.” And I walked down the hall where my clothes were and Nate was on my ass.

“You’re dripping, Nate. You should have just taken them off in the shower.” And he looked at me.

“I’ll go with you.” He questioned.

“NO. I might have said a little too soon.

“You’re pissed about something,” And both his hands went to my shoulders in a, ‘I don’t want to hug you, way’.

To be continued. RJC.