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I.
Robert McManus was in a special kind of hell, the kind where the first sip tasted like so heavenly that you couldn’t help but keep on tipping the bottle for more until a burning aftertaste hidden beneath the sugary sweetness snuck up on you and you realized your mistake. Not for the first time this evening (or was it morning now? He had lost track of the time over this drawn out weekend), Rob considered how he had no one to blame but himself for his current predicament. As torturous as the pleasure might be, and with his son involved it was sure to dance along a fine line, he couldn’t say no even if he wanted to.
Currently, he was sprawled on his back on the McManus family bed, naked as the day he was born. The sheets, sweat-soaked as they were after so much fucking, had long ago been shoved off the bed and onto the floor where they pooled into a damp ball ready for the washing machine. Without even that meager barrier to protect his dignity, Robert was completely at the mercy of two very horny young men determined to turn him inside out.
Both boys had come not that long ago, shooting surprisingly thick and heavy loads deep inside the father of their children, and Rob still dripped their fertile deposits from his loosened hole. The sight and lack of physical hardness was hardly a deterrent to the boys. If anything, they just redoubled their attentions on his raw flesh, shifting tactics to new forms of sexual warfare designed to break down what little defenses still existed in the elder McManus. Jacob was the undeniable ringerleader of this torrid threesome as was typical of his oldest son.
He was hunched over his father’s waist, one hand tangled in the mess of nappy, almost matted pubic hair between his father’s legs as his head bent down in the musty space between. A distant observer might be forgiven for mistaking the rolling beat of Jake’s black-haired head as the gentle suckling of his lover’s penis. He had Rob’s clitoris, the closest the older man would ever get to having a dick, between his lips and was sucking on it with a determined intensity that was Jake’s trademark mode when it came to handling his father. As Jake sucked particularly hard, acting as if he was going to swallow his father’s clit whole, the pleasure was so intense it made Robert’s eyes water.
Mercifully, Jake released the bruised nub from the suction of his jaw with a satisfied smack of his lips, giving Robert a moment’s respite that wasn’t destined to last. Already Jake was making the next move.
“Your turn, bro.” he said to his companion. It was a good-natured order dressed down as guy talk, and Mateo, always the eager beaver, was already dipping down to take his friend’s place. When Matty’s lips, a shade or two darker and richer than the McManus men’s, connected with his clit, Rob didn’t even bother holding in his gasp. He had learned well by now that trying to muffle his body’s reactions, especially the vocal ones, just made Jacob manhandle him harder, which might be part of the reason he sometimes couldn’t help but do it anyways.
Matty’s sucking was gentler, not as abrasive as his son’s, maybe because Mateo didn’t have the natural self-assurance that Jacob had. Jacob wore a confidence that bordered on arrogance and made the young man want to push against boundaries like they were built to be toppled. Rob had always considered himself a strong, even dominant man, despite the myriad inadequacies he kept hidden from the world, but even he felt helpless under his oldest son’s masculine spell. Time had smoothed away the worst of his self-doubt, but he had never managed to completely shake off the specter of shame that came attached to the extra hole between his legs.
Robert had resigned himself to living in that void of never feeling up to snuff, a freak masquerading as a man, until first Mateo with his naive, openhearted sweetness melted the worst of the ice that had accumulated around his hear. Later, Jacob came along and charged through his self-doubts like a rampaging elephant, crushing them under the weight of his possessive infatuation for his father. Rob had never experienced anything like it before. He had never wanted to. Now he couldn’t imagine living without it, without that constant thrill of knowing his son would want him in the carnal fashion only two men built for one another could engage in. Jake had told him that he loved him. That he loved him more than a son loves his father, and Robert believed him. That didn’t stop the doubts though or the little voice in his head that would whisper, “One day he will wake up...One day he will go…”
Blessedly, Robert’s self-defeating train of thought was derailed when Jacob leaned down, muttering out a breathy, “I’m coming in,” and joining Mateo at the feast. A pair of lips on his clit was a delight he would never grow old of, but two pairs was a completely different experience altogether. There was no war of words between his boys, only two tongues lapping and flicking and sleeting around the slick slopes of his passage. He watched from the place on his pillow, his legs arched at 4 and 8, as Jacob and Matty’s lips connected and they began to make out together around his clitoris, their tongues thrusting to and fro around the battered organ.
Even exhausted as he was, wet and dripping with more juice than he could remember making, Robert could feel it rising within himself again. Times like this, his orgasms felt like a wave machine at a waterpark gone haywire and the crashing tides shook the foundations of his entire taut frame. As the waves of orgasm crashed over him, each one bigger and harder hitting than the last, Robert couldn’t speak words, only grunt and groan like an animal being torn apart at the seams. He body was so tense, the muscles straining so hard it almost felt like he was seizing up, that he could barely see the room behind the tears blurring his vision.
When the boys didn’t stop and the pleasure began to cross the line from intense to outright painful, Rob clawed at their heads, his crooked fingers desperately grasping whatever stray hairs they could handle and he hastily pulling them away, muttering high pitched, breathy apologies as his legs quivered and his thighs desperately tried to close shut like a the shellfish. For once, Jacob behaved himself, and rested his dripping chin on the slab of meat that made up his father’s thick thigh.
“Pretty fucking hot, bro,” he said heatedly, giving Mateo a smoldering look. Still shaking, Robert could only stare down at the two boys through lidded eyes and watch their newfound connection with a sense of belated wonder. Robert was going to have to get used to this new fraternal side of Jake. He had assumed that Jacob would be the jealous type, and in a way he still thought that might actually be true, but Jake’s desires were proving to be more complicated and troublesome than he had originally anticipated. It turned out Jake didn’t mind sharing his dad as long as he got to stage manage the show of dismantling Robert piece by piece.
Matty sat up, his expression more dreamy than Jacob’s. Mateo had been another pleasant surprise, his response to their reunion completely lacking in the fire and fury he had feared would pour from his injured boy’s lips. The kind that Robert felt was his honest due after the way he had so casually dismissed the lovesick young man. Instead, Mateo had surprised them both by taking to Jacob’s twisted tutelage like the world’s most depraved student. Somehow, in the span of a weekend and with little say of his own, Robert had gone from being knocked up with a son as his lover to being knocked up with 2 lovers who both acted like they owned him body and soul. God help him, maybe they did at that.
“I still can’t believe this is happening,” Matty whispered, as caught in the extraordinariness of their coupling than even Robert was. It wasn’t everyday you got to make it with your ex while the new beau encouraged it. He had made it with Rob multiple times a day, just like Jacob was, all after that fateful day when he was invited over for the first time. Jake’s hand, still sticky from sex, gripped the back of Matty’s head, his fingers cupping the rounded head, his damp fingers stroking Matty’s scalp.
“We’re just getting started,” he hissed and crashed his lips, swollen from a long weekend of use, onto Mateo’s equally bruised ones. Robert, sweaty and panting, watched with sated eyes as the two boys made out over the dripping cunt they had spent the last 12 hours spreading apart. He enjoyed the break while he could, because even now the McManus libido that ran through his son’s veins was no doubt roaring back to life and if the telltale twitch of golden brown flesh between Mateo’s legs was any indication, the Reyes family line would have no problems matching pace.
II.
Afterwards, Matty had wanted to leave, the same way he had tried to leave the previous days, but both McManus men, in a rare moment of total synchronicity, insisted he stay for breakfast. The boys, wired from the sex, let Rob nap a couple of hours while they busied themselves with whatever shenanigans teenagers did when they weren’t dicking down horny dads. Rob didn’t even bother putting up a fight, his eyelids already drooping as they closed the door behind them. He needed the sleep too much and there was a new day of potential debauchery to prepare himself for.
When Rob was awoken later to the sounds of piercing cries from down the hall, he jolted awake and practically charged out of the room toward the sound, paying no heed to his aching and naked body as he cannonballed to Caleb’s room. He shouldn’t have bothered. As he swung open the door, pausing at the sight of an empty crib, he quickly realized Caleb’s daddy had it all covered.
Matty, all stout muscle and soft youth, was attending to his son with a kind of natural harmony that Rob secretly envied. With no guidance or compunction, Matty had set about feeding little Caleb, who was hunched over his father’s muscular shoulder and greedily sucking down formula from a procured bottle. Mateo, ever the caregiver, whispered sweet nonsense words while he rocked his son with well-practiced ease. Robert took a moment to enjoy the sight of father bonding with son, not missing how attractive young Matty looked, bare-chested and golden brown in the calming morning light pouring through the windows. His eyes darted down to the bulge in the pair of loose sweats, an old gray number from Robert’s own youth that proved to be casually flattering on his old lover. Chiding himself, he cleared his throat.
“I can take him,” he finally offered, feeling that old pull to take control of any situation he found himself in. This was all so new, this sharing of the burdens of life. He had never had this experience while he was raising Jake and he swallowed a pang of bitterness at a type of companionship he had long been denied. He had never known anything but the need to be constantly vigilant to the needs of his boy and whatever murky dangers might lie lurking around darkened corners. Not even the eventual influence of the Fallon clan was enough to turn off his inner warning systems. This new uncomplicated from of caring nearly blinded him in its simplistic intensity. It was truly uncharted territory and Robert couldn’t help but be frightened and wary of these new waters even as his neglected soul sucked at the helpings being offered.
“It’s ok, sir,” Matty replied, still respectful even now. “I’ve got him.” Rob hesitated, his eyebrows furrowed, but eventually nodded and sat down across from the boy. It was right to let Matty take the reins and be the kind of father Jacob never got. His son deserved it. Hell, they all deserved it. Maybe Caleb would turn out different than his older brother…
“I’m glad you’re here, Matty,” he whispered then, meaning it too. He had only said the words to be honest and show his gratitude, not to curry any favor from the young man, but the glowing response he got from Mateo was a reward in itself.
“Me too, sir.” Rob mouth twitched at that last word.
“I think you can drop the sir now, Matty,” he said, more amused than annoyed. “We are kinda past the point of being so formal.” Matty managed to give Rob a bashful smile, a little taste of that old sweetness that had initially drawn him to the younger man from the beginning and Robert felt himself melt a little inside. Some things would never change or at least he sure hoped so.
“Okay then...Robert,” Matty replied, quiet and slow, as if he was trying out a foreign language for the first time. Rob dragged his chair closer to the boy, noting not for the first time, the way Matty seemed to have bulked up over the months they had been separated. At Mateo’s inquiring glance, he responded,
“You’ve gotten big, Matty.” He gave the young man another look over, his appraisal of Matty’s abs and other muscles more apparent now. “You look good.” Real good, he thought. As expected, Matty blushed like a school virgin.
“Ah, thanks, sir-I mean, Robert,” he quickly corrected, bunching in on himself a bit at his faux paux. He gave Caleb a light pat on the back drawing a quiet burp from his son. “I’ve spent a lot of time working out. It helped, after we...you know,” he volunteered. Robert nodded, reading between the lines. It stung to think that he had hurt this poor boy, even a fraction, but he was glad that Matty had found a productive outlet for those frustrations. He reached forward, putting his hand on Mateo’s knee and gave a firm squeeze.
“I’m glad you took care of yourself, Matty,” he said, his regret genuine. “I was worried that I might have…” He trailed off, finding his courage had evaporated, but Mateo was wise beyond his years and he had already picked up on the subtext.
“Like I said before,” he continued. “You did me dirty.” The words sounded more like an accusation and he held up a hand before Robert could protest or apologize. “What happened wasn’t ok, but I’m glad you dumped me.” He smiled a little at the surprised expression on Robert’s face. “I was too smitten with you. I couldn’t see anything but the good in you, now…” he looked away, as if embarrassed to continue his train of thought out loud. “I think maybe I see things a little more clearly now.” Robert raised an eyebrow at that.
“What exactly is that supposed to mean?” he asked, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice. He watched Matty bite his lip, look away again, and then turn back to regard Robert with a harder, more determined stare than he had ever seen on the young man’s face. He suddenly looked much older than the 20 years he carried on his shoulders.
“It’s hard to explain,” Matty began, “I just think that I wanted you to be something you weren’t. Don’t get me wrong, I think you are great. Everything I could want in a lover, but…” He glanced up at the ceiling, his rocking in the chair speeding up a notch, and continued. “I don’t think that would have been enough, not in the long run…” Robert’s brow furrowed at that and he fixed Mateo with an intent glare, one that said he wanted the boy to continue no matter how ugly the words might sound. Confession was good for the soul, at least that was what the nuns had always told him. So, Matty went on.
“Let’s be honest, sir, you’re kind of…” he hesitated, as if saying the words out loud might make them explode in his face like an unpinned grenade. “Messed up.” He winced a little at the aghast expression on Rob’s face, but continued nonetheless. “It’s true! Everything that happened with us-” he struggled to find the words, “A lot of it was great. More than great, actually. But underneath...You have problems. I have problems.” He sighed and finished off. “I think we were bound to hurt each other in the end is all. I couldn’t see that until you pushed me away.” Rob reached for the young man, a paternal urge coming over him in a big way.
“Matty…” he said, soft and gentle. “I don’t think…” He paused, considered. Denial was an instinct, quick and ready on the draw as always. A McManus go-to in life. He shoved the urge down, gave Matty’s words more consideration, and what he saw made him reconsider his argument. “...maybe you have a point.” he admitted and sat back in his own chair, deflated. Matty turned to him, his gaze suddenly painful for an instant.
“I’m just trying to be honest, sir,” he said, reverting back to the comfort of formalities. “I don’t think there is enough of that in this house.” Rob nodded in agreement. Yes, there was friction and passion in no shortage, love abounding from every orifice in the most dramatic of fashion, but outright, in-your-face honesty? The kind that burned your eyes like a noxious vapor when you were exposed to it? That was a rarity. An endangered species that had been well on its way to extinction before his pregnancy with Caleb.
“Maybe that needs to change,” he admitted, and his heart lifted an inch at the weak, grateful smile Matty gave him.
III.
Normally Jake hated grocery stores with a passion, but he shoved down his disgust for the moment and pushed the rickety shopping cart through the overpacked aisles of one of Seattle’s many overpriced, high-end grocers. It had seemed like such a good idea when he marched out of the house, telling Mateo that he was going to fetch them some food for dinner as if he was hunting down a wild animal to feed his family and not just throwing down his dad’s money on some organic lamb shanks and GMO-free quinoa. Such a big man, he thought sarcastically to himself as he tossed a box of whole grain pasta into the cart, ignoring the clanging rattle of cheap cardboard on the metal frame.
As he turned a corner, narrowly avoiding a disastrous soccer mom cart collision, his bored mind flew back to the events that had transpired at the McManus household over the past. By all accounts, his goal of reuniting his dad with his ex and introducing baby Caleb to his lost father had been a resounding success. He felt a sense of satisfaction that towered over any conquest or victory that came to him on such short memory. He had fixed a seemingly insurmountable problem and drained the swamp of McManus family self-defeat. Not a bad piece of work, he thought, metaphorically patting himself on the back.
He wondered what good boy Mateo and distant dad Rob were up to. Probably playing house, he thought with a self-satisfied smirk. If it had been him there instead, he would have no doubt been waking his dad up with a deep dicking in one of his needy holes, but that wasn’t Matty’s style. Sometimes his bro was too sweet-hearted for his own good, but he could concede that Matty might be in the right this time. His dad probably needed a break after all the doublefucking he had taken last night. Both of Rob’s holes had practically gaped by the time they were through with him, like something from a nasty bareback porn video.
With that delightful image on his mind, he steered into the frozen food section, enjoying the feel of his cock beginning to harden in his shorts. No surprise there even after the marathon sex he had been having over the last week. If anything, he had been more horned up than usual, his cocky mind being drip fed by the weekend of debauchery and searching for more entertainment to keep it amused. He glanced around the chilly aisle, ignoring a pack of screaming children that ran past, searching for a source of inspiration and the world provided.
Near the end of the aisle, hanging out by the frozen pizzas, were what looked to be a couple, probably husband and wife. Both were still in pretty good shape, health and fitness focused by the looks of them, but you could see the first signs of life beginning to take a toll on them. Gym-toned muscles looking a little looser than they would in a superfit man or woman his age, so they were maybe late 30’s or early 40’s. No problem there, Jake thought hotly to himself. He had developed a taste for finely aged beef, the kind that had some bounce to it, after so many months of dicking down his dad’s huskular body.
Hubby, a bushy-faced man with thick lips and tired eyes, watched his wife pour over the nutritional information of their shortcut meal with the kind of infinite patience unique to a man who was well-trained by his woman to stand and wait for his marching orders. Hubby was probably just happy he didn’t have any rugrats screaming havoc in the aisles which Jake was also grateful for. He made a pretty damn good looking sentry though. Tight jeans and an even tighter tee showed off that daddy gym bod, even from a distance. Jake licked his lips as he watched a misting of frosty air pour from the coolers and Hubby’s nips went from flat indentations to tiny pinpoints in a heartbeat.
Accepting whatever Wife’s current choice of dinner was in one of his thick hands, Hubby caught Jake staring from the corner of his eye and returned the look with one of curiosity. Hubby said nothing, just returned Jake’s piercing gaze with silent concentration, an ambiguous challenge in his hazel eyes as he sized up this unexpected onlooker. When Jake licked his lips again, slow and provocative, Hubby gave Jake a surprised but knowing smile. Hubby didn’t move at first. He just stared at Jake, as if gauging the risks, all while ignoring the woman right next to him, until eventually he craned his head, gesturing with his eyes toward a set of heavy swinging impact doors on the store perimeter leading to what must be the loading dock. Jake pushed his cart past the pair, hearing the chattering of Wife rambling on as two sets of masculine eyes locked together knowingly as he passed, and then he turned the corner toward his destination.
He left his cart parked next to the doors, pushed them aside with ease, and with his blood pumping in his veins, he stepped into forbidden territory. A quick glance was all it took to locate an employee restroom and he walked over to it with an easy stride more suited to a general manager than a horny ex-college kid about to get his dick wet in a family-friendly shopping facility. The bathroom was thankfully cleaner than he expected, no doubt a gift of being cut off from the general public. He didn’t bother locking the door behind him, knowing full well that door would open back up for him soon enough.
A few minutes later, the door tentatively creaked open and he watched with amusement as Hubby slid into the room and hastily locked it behind him. All confidence in the frozen food department, Hubby suddenly looked a lot more nervous.
“Fuck, can’t believe I’m doing this again,” Hubby said, already rubbing a rapidly hardening cock through his pants. Jake got a better look at Hubby, noting the chiseled appearance of an urban roughneck, a kind of aged lumberjack hipster meets gym daddy, and decided he liked what he saw. He may have preferred his muscled men a little more doughy, but Hubby had a smooth, rough cut appearance that had it’s own appeal. Sometimes it was fun to switch up your proteins. He didn’t waste time with pleasantries, neither of them had the time for it, and on Jake’s end, he just didn’t give a damn. They both knew why they were here and what they wanted.
Hubby allowed himself to be flipped around toward the grimy wall and bent over the nearby sink. He didn’t protest when Jake began to lower his jockey pants, exposing a furry set of buns, pale under the light. No underwear. Slut, he thought hotly. By now his own dick was out, hard and angry looking. He spat on his cock, gave it a quick stroke, lined up, and pushed inside.
Slut Hubby was tight, but not tight enough to stop the breach. He hissed as his rectum tried to fight the unplanned intrusion, but like any well-trained hole attached to a horny whore, it wasn’t long before his body’s deviant ways took over and Slut Hubby’s passage loosened enough for the upcoming onslaught. When Jake bottomed out in Slut Hubby’s hole, he allowed himself a moment to enjoy the exquisite tightness of another forbidden doorway, noting with pleasure the way Slut Hubby’s legs shook, and then took what he wanted from the man.
The fuck was hard and fast. Jake didn’t fuck for anyone’s pleasure but his own and if Slut Hubby had any complaints he kept them to himself. Slut Hubby gripped the sink as much as he was able, his fingers slipping across the cheap industrial ceramic as his body heated up and sweat began to drip from his pores. He held his head up high, whether to watch himself being taken from behind in the dirty mirror or to stop the top of that very same head from ramming into the rusty hardware, Jake didn’t know nor particularly care to find out. Their eyes caught each other, blue meeting hazel, one slim and domineering, the other wide, almost fearful-looking.
He chanced a glance down, caught sight of Slut Hubby’s horny hole gripping his cock like a used condom, the hairy mounds shaking with each push of his hips, and began to unload right then and there deep inside the stranger. He didn’t announce it, his teeth were grinding too hard to get intelligible words out, but Slut Hubby had enough brain cells to figure out what Jacob’s shuddering thrusts meant.
“Oh Fuck!” Slut Hubby hissed, his hand stroking himself like lightning and after only a few moments, he was spilling his seed onto the dirty ceramic. Jake stepped back, watching Slut Hubby’s hole close up and capture its dinner. Jake’s cock, sated for the moment, hung wet and limp, ready to be tucked away. Slut Hubby didn’t turn back and studiously avoided Jake’s gaze in the chipped mirror. The stranger hurriedly pulling up his pants and muttered out a quick, “thanks” before bolting out of the door. The illusion was shattered just like that and reality came crashing back into place.
Jake might have been offended if any of it had been real. In truth, he had been alone in the bathroom the entire time. His hand was covered in a thick load of his own jizz and his dick still tingled from his rapid stroking. Post nut clarity hit hard. He looked at the sticky mess with a grimace of disgust, and hastily wiping himself off with several pieces of of thin toilet paper. He figured it was time to get back to the grind, before his food started to turn or an employee figured out what he was up to. Ignoring the dissatisfied expression on his face’s reflection in the mirror, he tossed the soiled bundle into the garbage along with his libidinous desires, yet a tinge of shame at his actions stuck to him all the same.
He made his way back to the frozen food section, secretly hoping he might catch one last glimpse of the man who had fueled his impromptu public jerkoff session, but no dice. Hubby, and the wife he really belonged to, had vacated the premises. Hubby had never even noticed Jake staring and maybe that was for the best. It had been a nice fantasy, the kind of thing that would have tided him over in the past, but now he only felt a hollow ache where those feelings had been. The real dream was waiting for him back home.
IV.
The rest of the shopping trip was blissfully uneventful after the momentary distraction of Slut Hubby and he checked out and got back on the road in record time. The drive back home was just as unremarkable and Jake realized that in many ways this was going to be a large part of his life from now on. Long, winding drives to and from any number of boring day-to-day activities. A sour feeling settled into his gut which he deliberately ignored it, instead focusing on the excitement Rob was sure to show him when he got back home. And what of Matty, would he be just as hyped? Maybe they can show me some appreciation together this time… he thought haughtily.
With those heighty feelings buzzing around in his head, Jacob pulled into the driveway and walked over to the front door, lugging as much of the grocery haul with him that he could manage without running the risk of accidentally breaking something. With a little effort, he managed to get the front door open and pushed it open with his foot.
“Hey, you bums,” he shouted into the house, doing his best impression of his dad’s lecturing style that he used to hassle Jake with back when he was a rowdy teenager. “Get out here and help me with these, why don’t ya?” He stood by the doorway, patiently waiting for the reaction and was rewarded by the stomping sounds of heavy feet on the wood floor as his dad came into view from the hallway. Rob, nude except for a pair of his slut shorts, stood in the entry to the kitchen and shared dining/living room, his arms folded across the hairy mass of his chest. He gave his son a disapproving look, clearly unamused, but said nothing more and Jake only grinned at his old man, pleased with his ability to push his dad’s buttons. Mission accomplished.
“Where’s Matty?” he asked as he lugged the gallon of milk into the fridge. He heard his dad shuffle behind him and crispy sounds of plastic bags being handled.
“He’s with your brother,” he said, putting a box of cereal into a near bare cupboard. He paused, added. “His son.” Rob shook his head, as if the thought was an obnoxious insect buzzing around his face and Jake couldn’t help but grin a little wider.
“Sounds like Matty’s really turning into a good addition to the family,” he said, as jovial as he could, and mostly meaning it too. He paused at the sound of hesitation coming from his father and turned around concerned now. “What?” Robert set down a shaker of kosher salt onto the nearby countertop, his bearded expression flat.
“Yeah...about that,” he began, but his next words, whatever they might have been, were cut off by the sudden arrival of Mateo, fully dressed in a pair of Rob’s old sweats and oversized football jersey, into the living area.
“Hey, bro,” Jake said, casual-like, not wanting to give away that he could feel something was going on. Not yet. Matty wiped a bead of sweat off his forehead and then looked down at his hand with a tiny look of disgust, before turning back to Jacob, unaware of the tension rising in the room.
“Hey Jake,” he replied, and immediately looked around for some way to be helpful. Jake tossed the keys of the Tahoe across the room to his brother’s father, who caught them as easy as a star athlete catching a baseball.
“There’s more in the trunk,” he said, and watched as Matty hurriedly scrambled outside. Once Jake heard the sound of the front door close again, he turned back to his dad, his gaze piercing. “What the hell is going on, Dad?” Rob sighed, and rubbed at his temples, the way he liked to do whenever he was about to have a frustrating conversation.
“Jacob, it’s not really for me to tell,” he said, dodging the question, and now it was Jake’s turn to frown. That certainly didn’t bode well. When Matty reappeared, arms full of groceries, he was ready to pounce and rip the answers right out of him.
“You got something on your mind, bro?” he asked Matty, who looked back at him in a bewildered mixture of alarm and confusion as he stood there holding his baggage. Matty turned to Robert, hoping the elder McManus could provide some enlightenment, but he only sighed, moving closer to take some of the burden off the young man.
“Jacob...he wants to know your feelings about,” he paused, grasping bags and trying to choose the right words. “The arrangement.” At first, the confusion remained, a question mark shaped mask plastered on his face, until finally the light bulb lit up and his expression drooped.
“Oh, right,” he said, shuffling awkwardly. He looked back at Robert, hoping for some paternal guidance. Rob gave him a warm, sympathetic look and motioned for the boys to follow him.
“Let’s all sit down, we can finish this up afterwards,” he said, his tone authoritative and already heading toward the living room.
Jake plopped down on a chair facing toward the couch, where Matty and Rob both sat, keeping a suspiciously respectful distance. A Big Conversation kind of distance. He didn’t comment on that, instead going straight for the jugular.
“Alright, out with it, bro,” he said, trying to come across as fun and hitting domineering instead. He watched Matty shuffle on the leather (clean for once), but the young man relaxed when one of Rob’s beefy arms stretched out across the gap to lay an affirming hand on his shoulder. Jake watched his father lean forward to whisper something presumably encouraging into Matty’s ear and some of the tension in those shoulders dissipated.
“I…” Matty paused, searching for the right way to start. He hadn’t expected to have this discussion so soon and not in person. He had wanted to write out a message, something well thought out and organized, then send it through text or email so he could avoid the face-to-face awkwardness, but since he found himself bulldozed under the Jacob McManus machine, he had no choice but to wing it.
“I can’t date you guys.”
Jake stared, blinked once, frowned.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he said, visibly irritated. He could see the way Matty wanted to turn away and hide his feelings, but his new friend surprised him by meeting his glance head on. When Matty spoke again, he sounded much more confident.
“It’s not you guys, it’s me,” he said, and Jake scowled at the reference. “I’m not really in a place to be, um, throupled,” he ventured, the words sounding comical out loud. Jake said nothing to that, just watched the betrayer from across the room, his fingers digging into the leather of his chair. He glanced at his dad and pointedly ignored the plea in his expression. Give him a chance.
“I’m actually looking for something else,” Matty continued. “There’s someone I know. Someone I’m kinda interested in,” At Jake’s penetrating gaze he blushed. “He doesn’t know. Not yet. I wasn’t ready to confess, but now…” he smiled, almost dreamlike. “Well, I feel a lot more confident about my chances.” Jake scoffed, not in a mean-spirited way, but Rob gave him hell for it all the same.
“Don’t be like that,” his dad barked back. “Matty never said he wanted to join our family, did you, son?” he said, squeezing the young man tighter. Matty shook his head, and Jake could see just how grateful Mateo was for Robert’s support. Jake rolled his eyes, not buying into that one bit.
“I wasn’t making fun of him,” he complained. He folded his arms across his chest, a younger mirror image version of Robert’s earlier behavior. “I just thought we made a better impression than that. You seemed awfully comfortable.” At Jake’s sulky expression, Matty rose from the couch and moved around the coffee table. He bent down on a knee, looking up at his almost brother-to-be.
“Jake, last night, and this weekend, were some of the most amazing times I’ve ever experienced in my entire life,” he said, completely sincere. “It’s just…” he looked away for a brief moment before turning his eyes back on Jacob. “I don’t think I’m ready for anything like this. I don’t know if I’m built for it, and I’m too much of a dumb kid to figure it out.” Now it was Jacob’s turn to give him an incredulous look.
“You sure weren’t acting like a dumb kid last night,” he muttered, and was rewarded with a champion blush from his pseudo-rival. Matty shook his head, letting the blush spread and settle into a deep pink on his cheeks.
“Mr. McManus brings it out in me,” he whispered, and leaned forward. “Both of you do.” Now it was Jake’s turn to blush. “But that’s just sex, Jake. Sex isn’t the problem for me, it’s...everything else.” Now Jacob could understand what Matty was trying to refer to. His eyes narrowed.
“You want him all to yourself?” he asked, as if challenging the young man, and for a second he expected Matty to recoil, but the boy held his gaze.
“Of course not!” he said, appalled by the insinuation. He looked away. “Well, maybe a little,” he admitted with a renewed blush, and then course corrected. “But that’s not what I’m talking about!” He set his hands on Jake’s knees, his eyes almost pleading. “This is fun, but it makes me...confused. I’m still figuring myself out. I need to know what it is like to be someone’s one and only. At least once. I can’t have that here. From either of you. Ever.”
Jake could feel himself tense. He wanted to shake Mateo, to scream in his face until his voice went hoarse and the dumb kid opened his eyes to what he could have. How could there be anything better than this? How could he want anything other than this? How could he give up on them and chase something that might not even be real? Then he remembered his trip to the market and he could feel the oily residue of hypocrisy on his fingertips.
Jake paused, his preset arguments lodging in his throat as he considered Matty’s words fully for the first time. Fuck.
“Sorry, Matty,” he said, a rare moment of bashfulness. “I just thought we would all be good enough for you,” he said, gesturing around the room. It was true. A part of him, egotistical and selfish, had just assumed Matty would be happy with whatever scraps he and Robert would throw his way. Looking at it that way, it was an almost insanely selfish way to think.
“Heh. Looks like we’re getting dumped, Dad,” he muttered to Rob, though without any real deep malice in his words. On the couch, Robert rolled his eyes.
“Haven’t you been listening?” he said, comfortable in his role of irritated paternalism. “Matty’s not flying to the moon. He’s still family. He’ll be around. He’s just...exploring.” Jake looked from his father and then to Matty’s blushing form.
“That true, bro?” he asked, a little of his bravado slipping back. “You still family?”
Matty looked him square in the face, his eyes shining from what might have been unshed tears.
“Yeah, I think so,” he said, nodding to himself. “If you guys will have me.” Robert answered for both of the McManus men, reaching forward and pulling the stocky young man back onto the couch, drawing him into his husky form.
“There’s no question about that, Mateo,” he said, almost sweetly, his grip on Mateo like a mama bear’s. He glanced over at his son, his eyes questioning and also challenging, as if daring Jacob to push back against his wishes. Jake just shook his head, a quiet smile of victory on his face. This wasn’t exactly the kind of family system he had imagined in his mind, but it was a win that he could live with. Beneath Rob’s significant grip, Matty chimed in with a statement of his own.
“Um, I may be looking for love, but uh,” he buried his face in closer to the heated flesh of his past lover. “If you guys ever want to fool around again, I-I wouldn’t say no.” Robert and Jake exchanged a similar bemused look between them, before they both burst out laughing. Jacob leaned forward, reaching a fisted hand across the table out toward Matty.
“You’re hooked on that pussy too, aren’t you, bro?” he said, his teasing eyes meeting his father. Sighing to himself, Robert pried Matty from his body, secretly missing the feel of his muscular heat.
“Alright, that’s enough of that,” he barked and rose to his feet. He absentmindedly scratched an asscheek as he walked toward the kitchen and peered into a grocery bag. “Matty let me show you where we store the canned goods. If you’re going to be hanging around here, even part-time, I expect you to pull your weight.” Matty and Jake exchanged a glance, and with a tiny grin on his face, the pair rose to meet their elder lover’s current demands.
V.
Later, after a long dinner together, and a longer drive back into the heart of the city, Jake and Rob settled into bed together, both weary, but happy all the same. It had a been a good day, all things considered. They had survived a weekend of confrontations and mindblowing sex, Matty had stood up for himself, and the trio had started the complicated process of domestic life together. All in all, a success.
Jake had wanted to shower after dropping Matty off, but as he walked through the front door the events of the day crashed down on him and when he climbed into bed with Rob instead of cleaning up, his father didn’t protest his odor. He slid an arm around his father’s midsection, his trailing fingers brushing against the elastic of the waistband of his dad’s shorts. He felt a slight twitch in his briefs at that, the same way his body always reacted to even a passing thought of his father’s flesh nowadays, but he found it easy enough to manage the heat of his passions. Nonstop sex for almost 48 hours straight was apparently the limit for the oldest McManus son.
“Caleb down?” he asked into the back of Rob’s neck, already knowing the answer but wanting an excuse to make his stoic father react to him. Rob’s head bobbed up and down, his neck hair rubbing against his son’s lips. He hissed as Jacob’s roaming fingers bunched beneath the waistband, digging deeper.
“Jake, I can’t-” he began, but Jake shushed him, the tip of his middle finger finding Rob’s clitoris. “I’m not going to fuck you…” Jake purred, grinning lazily. “I just want to make you feel good.” He rubbed more, not hard as was his usual want. Usually he pleasured his father’s body for his own needs. To have and to conquer and to tame. This was different. These were not the harsh probings Robert had acclimated to, but a gentler nudge and pull that brought up a more delicate kind of pleasure and with it completely different feelings.
“Jake…” he sighed, letting himself relax. There was no rush, no urgency, just a quiet movement as his son massaged his sensitive organ. Jacob propped himself up on one arm and leaned forward so he was hovering over his father’s body. The angle, despite the strain it put on one arm, gave him more access to his father’s body. As a second finger joining the first, rubbing the nub in harmony together, Jake’s lips found his father’s neck, biting gently, almost like a small animal kneading on a mother’s flesh for comfort.
His eyes half-lidded, Robert allowed his head to be turned and met his son in a surprisingly gentle kiss. Their tongues danced together in the joining of their mouths, a slow sensual dance that was just for the two of them, and in that moment, the rest of the world slipped away. Robert sighed into his son’s mouth, knowing against all odds that even these gentler ministrations would eventually be enough to bring him off. That’s how deep Jacob’s hold on him was.
“I love you, Jake,” he said, not planning on saying the words and yet not caring when they came out. Jacob didn’t say anything back. He was too busy sucking on Robert’s neck, his fingers dancing faster now. He listened to his father’s pitched moans and against his will his mind traveled back to the supermarket. He was back in that bathroom, railing the phantom form of Slut Hubby like a king claiming a prize. Jacob’s blood burned in his veins at the thought, and his fingers skipped a beat, almost becoming too demanding, but with a gargantuan will, he forced himself to slow down, to take his time and focus on his father’s pleasure.
It can’t all be about me, he thought. I’m going to be a father. Going to be a...husband? The thought made his breath hitch and his finger dug into Robert’s cunt despite his earlier claim. Robert’s body arched on the bed and he was spilling into his son’s palm and the fabric of his shorts. When Jake finally removed his hand, leaving a sticky trail in Rob’s body hair, Robert laughed softly as his son licked his juices of his fingers and palm.
“Guess I still had one more in me…” he said, softly, his gaze on his son almost as tender. “Thank you.” He kissed Jake on the lips, short and chaste. A church kind of kiss. “For everything.” Jake raised his eyebrows.
“Everything?” he teased. “Is that all?” Robert nudged him playfully.
“I thought things with Matty were dead and buried. I thought that hurt could never be mended. I was wrong.” He nuzzled into his son’s form, despite his bulk dwarfing his son’s. “You were right, son. I guess I got a few things to learn after all.” Jacob stroked a hand down his father’s back, feeling the gooseflesh rise at his touch.
“I just trusted my instincts,” he said, which was true. Jacob wasn’t a planner, not by a long shot. He usually reacted and hoped for the best. So far, things had turned out his way, but he couldn’t help but feel a kernel of dread when he thought about the grocery store and other similar incidents. Robert, in his state of bliss, was completely unaware of his son’s musings.
“I’m going to listen to you more,” he said, which surprised Jacob. “I’ll try at least.” That seemed more probable. “Sometimes old dogs need to learn new tricks.” Jake pinched his dad.
“You’re not that old,” he teased, remembering some of the older men he had dicked down since his bisexual journey had started. “But, if you want me to teach you some tricks,” he whispered, naughtily. “I’m not going to say no.” He laughed like a little boy when Robert took him into his arms and smothered him with passionate kisses.
VI.
Earl Fallon tossed and turned on the cheap bed kept in the guest room of the Fallon household, the thin sheets tangling around his legs as he rolled over yet again. He had always been a light sleeper, even as a young boy, but over the years the lack of sleep had grown from a minor inconvenience that he could shrug off the next day to a source of near daily frustration. For a long time he had chalked it up to changes in his biology. Just another raw deal that came along with aging, and maybe that was still true on some level, but the more time passed, the more he began to take stock of the circumstances of his life, the more a wider picture began to unfurrow.
Earl was not normally one to pass the buck, that was for children and cowards, but god help him this was all Robert McManus’ fault. If only he hadn’t met the man and made him such a center of his universe. If only he had a normal, casual, work-friendly relationship with him. If only he didn’t know about all of Robert’s dark, horny secrets.
That last one was the kicker. For each piece of information that Earl heard, he inevitably took it on as an additional burden, far beyond what a friend was due. When Rob was down, he felt down too and couldn’t help but want to rescue his friend, despite Robert being a grown ass adult. That bond had only strengthened and evolved as Rob’s son grew older and Earl’s began to take on a surrogate family role of sorts. Earl had never had a connection like that with anyone else in his life, including his wife of over 2 decades. The length of his relationship with Rob was second only to his daughters and yet somehow it felt so much more deep and powerful. His girls were adults, fiercely independent ones at that. They didn’t need or want Daddy breathing down their neck. What good was a father or a husband when the women saw no value in him? He remembered hearing on some program back in the day that twins shared a special, profound connection. Something about developing in the womb together. Sometimes he felt like he had something like that with Rob, like Robert needed him the way only a true brother could. Or maybe it was just all in his lovesick head.
And there was the crux of his problem, the thorn in his side that he could never reach or extract. It had brewed and bubbled within him for a long time, the confused feelings becoming more potent each year, until finally he could no longer deny the truth. He was truly and deeply in love with Robert McManus in a way that transcended simple friendship. He had only just accepted that fact and it somehow changed everything and nothing all at once. He was still the same hard talking asshole he had always been. He didn’t think he was gay. He sure as hell didn’t fantasize about other men, or at least that was what he told himself. All these McManus family revelations made him question everything about life, even what he might be willing to do in the bedroom.
He was convinced down to the marrow in his bones that this was only happening because Rob had a goddamn cunt between his legs. It was the only logical explanation to complete shift in his sexual psyche. He still remembered the night he found out all those years ago, sharing cheap beers in the trailer after they had given up on the latest job they were supposed to tackle. It had been good, an easy, masculine vibe hanging in the air between them until Rob, in his drunken state, had boozily confessed the secret of his genitalia.
At first, Earl had balked. Robert McManus was built like a brick shithouse. He didn’t have a feminine bone in his body, so even if something like that was possible, and he wasn’t convinced it was, it would have never happened to a man like Rob. So, he had laughed it off, tried to treat it all like some bad kinda joke that Robert’s drunken brain had concocted. It was the glimpse of hurt on Robert’s face at his laughter that made him realize the truth. Robert McManus was not the kind of man who got hurt feelings easily and yet Earl Fallon had undeniably done just that. It sobered him up right quick and he started to pay more attention to Rob from that point forward. Really close attention.
He thought about it then, before he could stop himself. Robert’s cunt. The thought of the words alone was enough to make his mouth start filling with drool. It was an embarrassing, juvenile reaction that made him feel like a hormone crazed teenager, but it was the truth all the same. He closed his eyes, as if not seeing would somehow banish the thought and instead it just gave his lustful mind a blank canvas to paint on. He saw the details begin to come into view in all of their smutty glory.
He imagined Robert after a long day on the job site. They were sitting on chairs in the trailer. The AC, as was its temperamental want, had chosen to give up the ghost yet again, so they were sweating even more through their workworn dungarees. The trailer was filled with the scent of August musk strong enough to make Earl a little light headed. Robert took a long swig from his beer and tossed the empty can across the room where it landed on the pile by the trashcan. He rubbed on his stained muscleshirt absentmindedly, the already damp fabric sticking like glue to Robert’s fine form.
“Fuck, it’s hot,” Rob muttered, always cursing more in Earl’s imagination than in real life. He liked knowing his bud didn’t hold back around him, that he got to see the uncensored version of Robert McManus. “Mind if I take this off?” Robert asked, and was already peeling the soaked cotton off his torso without waiting for a response. Earl watched, mouth suddenly dry, as the hairy mounds of Robert’s chest came into view. Rob was pretty good at keeping himself casually buttoned up, so Earl cherished these glimpses of his closest friend letting himself hang loose. Rob, his body glistening in the dim light, absentmindedly rubbed a hand over the lack of bulge in his pants.
“Fuck, this heat is doing something to me,” he murmured again in the low tone Earl’s imagination thought of as his lust voice. He rubbed more intently, his eyes locking on Earl’s. “It’s making me horny as fuck.” Earl stared in wondrous fascination as that hand, as meaty as the rest of the man it was attached to, ran slow circles over his groin. His mouth dry, he answered as best as he could.
“I don’t mind helping you out with that,” he said, barely more than a whisper and a far cry from the usual bluster that poured out of his mouth. Rob didn’t mind. He actually grinned wider and spread his legs, creating an inviting space between them.
“Why don’t you help me out of these overalls then, friend,” Robert said, his voice dripping with lust like melting chocolate, as he fiddled with a shoulder button. Earl swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing almost painfully as he did so. He rose to his feet and strode across the room toward a fate that should have been impossible. His knees protested the way he dropped to the thinning carpet and he ignored the pain, bracing himself on them for what was going to come. He willed his hands not to shake as he reached for the lower half of Rob’s Levi’s.
The first button was the hardest but once he heard the snap of metal coming undone, it was like something clicked inside Earl’s head and he couldn’t get Rob out of that denim fast enough. As he pulled the inside-out legs of the pants off Rob’s thick limbs, he eagerly looked up at the prize hidden away for so long. He wasn’t disappointed.
Robert had a cunt for the ages. It was thick, juicy, with a sharp, pointed clit that peered out from a thick hood. The vision was enough to nearly make Earl swoon, but what sealed the deal was the smell. A thick, fragrant smell of hungry puss wafted from between Rob’s legs and mixed with the masculine odor of day-old blue collar sweat creating an intoxicating aroma that had Earl seeing double. He gripped Rob’s thighs hard enough to bruise while he tried to settle himself. Towering above him, Rob just laughed, drunk and good-natured.
“It’s not going to eat itself, friend,” he said, voice husky with need. He reached a hand down and ran a finger, stained with the day’s grime across his slick folds, releasing more of his natural juices and giving Earl a peek of pink. He didn’t need to be told twice. Earl dived between those legs, nearly gagging on a mouthful of hair he got in the process. Robert may have had a cunt, but he was all man with a bush that would have made a 70’s porn star jealous. The discrepancy was intoxicating and made Earl’s head swim.
More careful now, he began to tentatively lick, trying to find the best places to explore and encouraged by his friend’s lusty growl, he dove deeper, his nose touching a throbbing clit, while his lips and tongue worked on Rob’s loosening labia with a practiced efficiency. Earl had never eaten pussy like Rob’s before, but he loved to eat a woman out and the practice was essentially the same. He spent some time exploring with his tongue, licking in a variety of patterns to see just what his oldest friend in the world would react most strongly to. He got his answer when Rob’s legs clamped down on the sides of his head, blocking his ears enough that he almost missed the other man’s words.
“You’re gonna make me cum!!” A warm splattering landing in his mouth, not a true explosion, but a full enough liquid meal and he eagerly lapped at the offering. As he sampled Robert’s spend, he began to notice a new flavor buried beneath the salty broth of McManus cunt, something vaguely bitter with an alkaline aftertaste. His eyes widened in panic as he realized Rob’s cunt was preloaded and that could only mean one thing. Jacob…
It should have revolted him and on some level it did. His deep seeded masculine side bristled at the offending flavor, but he supped all the same. It turned out once he adjusted to the taste and the idea of eating another man’s cum, he swallowed it just as easily as the rest of the fluids pouring out of Rob’s cunt. He would never admit it out loud, but as the flavor of McManus cum and cunt spread throughout his mouth, he was more aroused than he could ever remember being. He wanted to fuck, to breed, to mark his territory over his best friend, but he restrained himself. Both men knew that Robert’s pussy belonged to one man and one man only, even in his dreams.
So, Earl Fallon took what he was offered. He dined on Robert’s hole like it was his last meal, burying his face on the loosened hole, gobbling down every gush of fluid and beneath his lust he only wanted more. With a weak jerk of his own soiled hand, he spilled his seed onto the dirty carpeting, just another unspeakable stain to add to the collection. He looked up at Rob, his eyes peering over the furry pubic mound with eager devotion and as Earl began to come down from his orgasm, Robert began to fade away like a ghost in the night. There was no Robert here in the guest bed with him. It was only Earl and his hand.
Ignoring the pang in his gut, he wiped himself off on the edge of the sheets where the other loads had collected over the last few days. He scrunched his nose at the smell and stiff feeling under his hands. He hated doing laundry, but this bed was overdue a good cleaning. That could wait until later. For now, he settled back down onto the mattress, lighter but little relaxed compared to where he was before. He thought back to the fantasy, his post-nut mind dissecting the scene and finding its content alarming. He set that aside as well, rolling back on his side and bunching his eyelids closed. His cock was small and spent between his legs, yet he ached down there all the same.
Robert...he thought one last time, and drifted off at last.
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